05-12-02 - 9:42 p.m.
berries and i bought silly mylar balloons at the market and tied messages to my mom on the ends, scribbled on the back of the supermarket receipt. we released them at sunset, at the very spot where we stood to watch the biplane scatter her ashes. the balloons took flight together, circled the ocean, and vanished into the sky. berrie's message thanked her for house shaped sandwiches when she was small. mine included my favorite quote by wordsworth;
though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass
glory in the flower
we will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind.