Original HEREThe family stood together to look to the skies, the balloons with his name on it floating to the heavens, the same thing they did every year, the same thing they did the day the put his body deep in the ground. It was their way of remaining in touch, their own way of sending him a small something up in the heavens they couldn’t touch.Years passed, the young girl in the family now grown, the parents now seperated moving their own ways in life, but the girl never forgot. On that same day every year she drove herself to the graveyard and sat for hours, talking to her little brother about everything that had gone on the past year, a balloon in her hand.The balloon had his name written in her handwriting sprawled across it, with his age, and a few warm wishes and advice she wanted to hand down to him, even if he would never sit by her side again. It was her gift to him in the heavens, as silly as she knew it was.Year after year she felt guilty that this was the only time she saw him, the only time she came and cleared the overgrown grass from the tombstone, the only time she filled the built in vase with flowers. Her life had become chaos, her life hadn’t become her own, but she always vowed she would take this day every year and it would be theirs.For hours she’d sit there and look to the sky, she’d smile and cry. He was the only one that knew all of her secrets, even when he his body was buried so deep beneath her, and his soul was - she could only hope- in a better place.Around mid day she smiled and released the balloon into the sky - as she did every year before she unpacked the small lunch she bought for herself. As she ate her sandwich and chips, sipping on her soda she watched the balloon fade into the sky, going to the heavens.She remembered the day this tradition started - the bulk of balloons could be seen for what felt like ages. She knew it wasn’t good for the environment, she knew if anyone else knew that someone would say something about her killing small animals due to the latex, but she didn’t care.The world could deal with one balloon a year soaring into the sky, it may have been selfish, but it was what she needed in this life - she never asked for much.Finishing her sandwich she brushed her hands on her jeans and laid on the soft grass, her head next to the tombstone that now was clean and shining after her through and tender care that morning.Closing her eyes she drifted to sleep, the sounds of birds singing her to sleep as she recalled the memories she had of their brief years together as siblings, the backyard games, the holidays, the friendship they had shared that seemed all too rare for siblings.What only seemed like moments later, she opened her eyes. She had napped longer than intended, the sun was low on the horizon, but this was their day, she worried not about the time currently, but the time lost that she could have been sharing more of her life with her brother that was taken too soon.Sitting up she looked around, things were as she had expected with the exception of a balloon tied around the base of the vase. Her eyes drifted to it and slightly squinted, her handwriting was decorating the balloon - but it was a different color than the one she had let go of hours earlier.She reached over and brought the balloon to her, her face squished in confusion. It was indeed her handwriting, her brother’s name written with last years age, and the exact phrases she had written.Looking around she saw no one, she was alone. She went to untie the balloon - from the vase, but found a note tied to the end of the string. Loosening the ballon and note she opened the nicely folded paper.Her heart stopped as she read the words.I love you sis, I’ve watched you grow up - I may be the little brother but I’m here watching you, and I’ll always be with you.Tears dropped to the paper, it was in his handwriting, she had pictures and letters he would leave for her, and it hadn’t changed, he had been there listening, with her.She looked to the sky and smiled, and for once she knew that things were okay, despite the unplanned mess she called her life. via /r/Tiix
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