In La Bella Mafia, I talk about some Ironic moments I have with balloons and the connection it has to my father. Ironically this has only happened a few times in this last year where this big hot air balloon lands itself right in front of my house. Each time, it’s always a day that I need that extra push of support or that heavenly hand that says, “Hey, I’m still here”.
It’s not easy for me to talk about my father, but I always keep a glow in my heart that connects me to him, and he somehow shows me he’s here.
My father was a man that always demanded respect from both his peers and his family. It was a confusing situation for a child to be in a love/hate relationship that was only normal to me. It wasn’t until my father passed that I broke out of my shell and started doing things for myself.
I will always miss my father and it will always be hard for me to talk about him. I wish nothing but heavenly bliss for eternity.. That’s all I wish for anyone. As each balloon that comes my way I will cherish the daddy , little girl moments that I will silently hold in my heart forever.