Thursday was my Aunt Colleen's funeral. All her children dressed in purple, her favorite color. Her sisters sang "Walk Tall, You're a Daughter of God" and "Goodbye, My Angel." Her daughters gave exceptionally spiritual talks and the whole thing was both beautiful and sad. Isaiah was fascinated at the "treasure box" that she was laid to rest in. At the cemetery we released 54 balloons, one for each year of Colleen's life. Isaiah accidentally let his go too early, then didn't want to let his second one go, ever. But it was too symbolic to keep, so a friend persuaded him to trade it for a toy prize, and so he let it go.