Saturday 23rd, I had to wake up 5:00 in the morning and drive 50 kms north. A one hour drive to Xochitla park where hot air balloons were going to be launched. I wanted to go there since I had missed that event at least three times and it is only once a year.
I could see the massive balloons being filled up, first with a couple of fans for cold air and as they started to have a round shape they would use propane burners to make them lift up from the ground. After that, it would take few time to have them ready for take off. The bigger ones for eight or then passengers would take longer and were the last to go.
I had only one concern that day, my uncle had been sick and doctors had said his time was short.
The take off was at 7:00 all passengers aboard. They would go as high as 15,000 meter and travel the skies for about two hours. I couldn’t hold my thoughts as the balloons started to rise up about what a beautiful sight this was to be shared with him.
I was back home at noon, packed with lots of photographs and a story. An hour later I learned that while I was watching the skies, my uncle was watching me from heaven. He passed away in his sleep at 7:00 am