the balloonist’s prayer

The sun rises over beautiful Ogden Valley.

Well, so much for Nablopomo…

Unlike Bob the Builder – known for his rallying cry of “Can we do it? YES WE CAN! – I have already failed in my daily blogging challenge.  To be fair, though, it’s not entirely my fault. True to my luck, my home computer decided that the past few error-free months were not producing enough excitement in my life, so it took a nosedive and won’t even turn on…  This means that my dear daughter and I are fighting over MY laptop – and when it comes to her having to get homework done – I lose. 😦   Of course, homework could be completed more quickly if Facebook weren’t taking up quite so much of her attention.  Grrrr…

Can you tell I’m feeling just a tad frustrated?

Anyway, since I’m running short on time tonight I’m going to skip the story I had planned on writing up and just share a few pictures and a short explanation of another.

First, I have to tell you that my Mom works with the world’s most amazing and caring people. The outpouring of love and support that they have shown her since my dad passed away last month has been nothing short of incredible. It is so comforting to know that so many people have her back…

Anyway, at the funeral she had mentioned to one of her co-workers who is part of the support crew for someone who flies hot air balloons how nice it would be if we could spread some of Dad’s ashes from the air.  Hugs were given, but not much more was said, and I figured that was that.  But by the following week a date and time was set:  we were going up.

I will write more about the flight another day (maybe tomorrow if I can wrest the laptop from Savannah’s deathly grip!), but I wanted to just share the balloonist’s prayer that was shared with us (and which was so perfect for our sad task), along with a few of the photos…

The Balloonist’s Prayer

May the winds welcome you with softness.

May the sun bless you with his warm hands.

May you fly so high and so well that God joins you in laughter

and sets you gently back into the loving arms of Mother Earth.

Pilot and crew get her ready for us.
Could it be more peaceful or beautiful? And it was so quiet…
Dad’s ashes drift slowly down.

And God sets us down in the most beautiful light…

I’ll be honest and tell you that I had not been very excited about this trip… After days of tears and emotions, I dreaded the thought of more upheaval.  It was, however, one of the most beautiful and healing things we could’ve done for Dad, and I have no doubt that he was smiling down on us.

Thank you again to all who made the flight possible…

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  1. Wow. That is just beautiful. What a wonderful gift to your and your family to give your dad’s ashes such a release. Pretty amazing.
    I pray for peace and comfort for you, your mother, and your whole family.

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