My younger brother died at the age of 17. Every year on his birthday we have a small celebration for him. We usually meet at the cemetery and let go of balloons (the kids in the family think they fly up to heaven, and often attach letters or pictures to the balloons). Then we usually gather at my dads house for lunch. It's not really a "party" but it's our way to celebrate his birthday.
at 11:46 AM on Mar. 25, 2010