Releasing Balloons For My Missed Loved Ones🕊️| Ms.Tiny

Unveiling the Dance of Time

What's up, fabulous souls! It's your girl Tammy, and whether you're a newcomer or a familiar face, welcome back to this rollercoaster we call life. Today's date is April 10th, and the clock reads 12:38. Now, why does today hold significance? Well, it marks five months since my sister left this earthly stage, and we're here to send some luminous love her way. But hold on tight; plans might just take a detour.

Navigating the Waves of Grief

So, the initial plan was to release lanterns at noon, but time has its own rhythm. It's 2:00 AM now, and here I am, chilling in the wee hours. Grief, my friend, is a peculiar companion. It doesn't adhere to schedules, and neither do our emotions. My sister, she was the life of the party, the spark that lit up even the dullest moments. Living in a hotel, I admit it gets a bit lonely, but her spirit, oh, it's like a burst of confetti in a silent room.

Symphony of Loss

Let's talk about my sister, the cosmic dancer who left our earthly dance floor on November 10th, 2022. A car crash cut her journey short, a twist in the plot that left us all grappling with the void she left behind. See, my family tree has witnessed its share of storms—relatives passing away, each with their unique tale etched in the annals of time. But my sister's departure, it's a melody that still echoes loudly in the corridors of my heart.

Lanterns, Balloons, and the Dance of Memory

Fast forward to 2:05 AM, and here I am, juggling between a scary movie, a plate of green beans and mashed potatoes, and the whirlwind of emotions. Now, let's light up the night sky, or at least attempt to. Lanterns, our chosen messengers, dancing with the wind, a reflection of life's unpredictability. It's not always smooth; sometimes, we burn a lantern or two, but that's the beauty of the unpredictable journey.

Hold on, we hit a snag! Wind playing games, lanterns misbehaving, and yet, amidst the chaos, there's a strange beauty. My sister's spirit, mischievous and lively, echoing through the night. Balloons become our backup dancers, a lively alternative to lanterns that decided to tango with the wind.

The Sweetness of Life, Wrapped in Dairy Queen

Now, after all the twists, turns, and attempts to light up the night, it's time to add a sweet note to this narrative. Dairy Queen, our beacon of comfort, beckons from across the street. Ice cream, the elixir of joy, awaits to melt away the heaviness of grief, if only for a moment. Because, my friends, life's flavors, like a Dairy Queen cone, are best enjoyed in the company of memories.

So here's to the dance of lanterns, the rhythm of unpredictable emotions, and the sweet symphony of life that continues to play, even when we think the music has stopped. Cheers to embracing the burstiness of existence, the perplexity of our journeys, and the unpredictability that makes each chapter uniquely ours. Stay groovy, stay unpredictable, and keep dancing to the rhythm of your own extraordinary tale.