Releasing these balloons every year means something different to everyone involved. But this year something just captured my attention. The way his hands had just let go, but almost not ready to, and then lingering in air as if he were waiting for them to come back. There was something about the way the balloons had just begun to separate before the wind took them in different directions on a new journey. We are never ready to let the ones we love go away. We always want to hang on; keep our hand outstretched to them. I take comfort in the fact that when they do leave us, all the best pieces of them (the memories, the laughs, the lessons), they all separate all over the place at the right time, and go when and where they are needed. They go where the wind takes them. They are free. Here's hoping a balloon finds you today. (at Everywhere) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUX6r-slUaO/?utm_medium=tumblr