November 1st ~

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...