Sometimes it's the silly things that get me through the most difficult times in this new leg of my journey. I lost my older sister 6 months ago, this has proven to be the single most influential event in my life to date. Grief strikes me at the strangest moments, these moments are at times crippling. Accepting the fact that these moments are inevitable is something that I'm learning to adjust to as the time since her passing continues to tick by. And yet, there are things in which I find true comfort and peace. There's a simple and beautiful way in which I feel aided in this process, it requires very few tools. A red balloon. A piece of paper. A quiet place. I write to her, tell her how much I miss her, describe my scenery. Whatever I feel in that moment, I tell her. I carefully take the note, tie it to the end of the balloon, and let it go. A friend of mine had suggested this and I never once felt judgement or doubt that in doing something so simple I could still feel connected and find comfort. A small ceremony, personalized in a way that is so authentic to the both of us that I can't help but smile. Let me tell you, entering a store as an adult to purchase a single red balloon is something straight from my sister's style of humor. The moral of my story is this: don't hesitate in your exploration of healthy ways to cope. It's often the smallest things that reinforce my ability to stand up in the greatest moments of pain.