His birthday was yesterday. He would have been five. Sidekick and I went to our favorite pond where we feed turtles and released a balloon for the little boy. We talked about how his friend's big brother died and that he is in the sky/heaven (he put it together that the boy is with Grandpa Jack). We let the balloon go, and I don't think I've ever seen a balloon fly so high. Together Sidekick and watched it, and at one point he told me that the boy would be catching the balloon soon, and when the balloon disappeared, Sidekick was convinced he caught it. So sweet. My old soul just seems to understand so much.
We sent the picture below with a text. My friend was so grateful that we acknowledged her son. Unbeknownst to me, they had released balloons also. Their daughter who is three asked if she held onto all the balloons if they would take her to her big brother. So sweet. I cannot imagine what they are going through, and I can't imagine their loss will ever feel less of a loss.