When I was little my mom used to say that when you let a balloon go, it floated all the way up to heaven and someone you loved who was up there would get it and know you were thinking of them. So I never was upset about accidentally letting a balloon go, because I knew it would find its way to my grandma or my great-grandma who I loved and missed. Whenever we got to take balloons home from birthday parties or anything we’d let them go as soon as we got home and watched as they floated farther and farther away. I’m just now realizing how beautiful that is, and I’m going to tell my kids that too. Because in a way, I still believe it.