Yesterday was Grandad’s birthday. We wished him a happy birthday and we sent him a balloon. I wish that helium balloons were strong enough to lift a bar of his favourite chocolate (Thornton’s, as I recall). I wish that on his birthday he could have seen the orange gerbera daisy we bought for him. I wish the balloon could have carried that flower to him so he would know we were thinking of him. I hope he received our birthday wishes floating on that shiny pillow of magic gas, straining for freedom. We wished Grandad a happy birthday, and let go of the string, watching as our balloon gusted away, catching briefly in a tree, climbing higher until eventually it was gone. Did you get it Grandad?
This is our wish. If you want to read some lovely writing go and see what everyone else is wishing for today at Sleep is for the Weak.