November 1st is always a bit hard. 
Maybe not the day itself, but the days surrounding it,
the thoughts surrounding it, 
the memories of that day. 
This November 1st we went to the beach.
We all took balloons
We wrote messages to Boaz on them. 
Whatever we wanted, 
it could be shared or private, 
grief is different for everyone.
The boys ran around and played while we all finished.
Then we all released our balloons
our messages to our Silas Boaz 
the best little brother in the world
Paige's buggy
my little man
Daddy's boy
Stonewall's very best friend 
 
the most favorite brother
maybe because we knew he'd be the last
but probably because he was special
from the very beginning.
I took that yellow balloon 
and wrote till I ran out of room 
then I let it go...