My father had just died (2005), my older sisters where on the left side of his bed. "My" (and my sisters too) mom & I where on the right side, my mother was sitting in a chair that was facing "my" dad's bed. I glanced out of the window; and as soon as I did...I saw a balloon and it just stayed put for what seemed like a minuite. As quick as it showed up it just floated away. I quickly ran to the window to see people below who may have "lost" the balloon that I saw....and no one was there. I looked for the balloon too...and it was gone too. The balloon was not any ordinary balloon...it was one of those yellow hellium ballons with a smile on it. Growing up my dad had the quirkeist smile; with this smile he would say"hehehe".
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