by: Jenny Munro
Red and yellow, green and blue, pink and white – the balloons float up to Heaven
Through rain and sunshine, clouds and wind.
They begin their journeys in Florida and Rhode Island, South Carolina and Massachusetts, even Washington, D.C. But they all end in Heaven with Mark.
Those bits of rubber, air and color each honor the youngster, showing him he had family he’d never met – sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, even his mother (whom of course he knew) and a stepfather.
A person’s life and worth is not measured in years but in love.
Mark is rich in that.
– Jenny Munro