Sunday, October 4, 2009

Posted by Abby Marie at 5:27 PM






I think I've told this story before. Oh well. When I was in New Zealand I attended a funeral of one of our friends from the branch, Brother Bennett. Sister Kawe-Small, the Relief Society president, bought a lot of helium balloons for us to write messages to Brother Bennett on. After his grave was dedicated and the service was over, sister Kawe-Small (who is Maori) delivered a Maori chant as we let go of our balloons and watched them float to heaven. It was an awesome experience. Well, yesterday my roommate Kaylee and I, in an attempt to find something fun to do, purchased helium balloons. We wrote messages to the world on them and took them to the park to release them. We didn't do a Maori chant but the experience was a fun one anyway. It was cool for me to think back on the experience with Sister Kawe-Small at Brother Bennett's grave. Kaylee and I had good time taking pictures and trying really hard to get good jumping pictures. We really struggled :).

2 comments:

Bullock said...

what messages did you write? "I ran a marathon, so can you!" or "don't skip out on a spelling bee, you never know what friends you might make" or "you better check your hand size and make sure they're proportional to the rest of your body" ???

October 4, 2009 at 11:59 PM
Andy Porter said...

I am also curious about which messages you chose to send to the world. We did that once in elementary school. Since then I've always dreamed about a balloon floating into my yard with a secret message or a treasure map or something cool. More people should do this so I can have a better chance.

October 5, 2009 at 7:29 AM

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