Balloons Over Bend - I remember as a little girl having a blue balloon, grasping onto my dad\'s hand, and accidentally letting the string go. I watched it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there\'s something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is. Life is fleeting, evanescent, and temporary. And just like a balloon, one day we will ride through the clouds, hands reaching to Heaven and we will hold our Fathers hand once again.
(Submitted by Morgan Stewart)