Publisher's Synopsis
As kids, my older brother, Johnnie, and twin sister, Paige and I would get balloons after our visit. Instead of keeping them, we would ask our mom if we could send our balloons up to Heaven for our grandmothers on our mom's side and dad's. I would let go of my green balloon, Paige would let go of her blue balloon, and Johnnie would let go of his red balloon and watch it float up to Heaven. From us being old enough to talk, our favorite colors were the same then and now as adults.
Live, laugh, and love often,
Find the best in others,
To leave the world a little better,
At the rebirth of Spring,
We remember them.
People's death is not blowing out a light,
But rather capturing the light
Within us
