I never really mourned Balthazar. After 6x22 there was just so much going on with Castiel, and the fear of losing him too, that I never had time to stop. That, and the glimmer of hope I held onto, that the missing wing imprint meant something.
It has been exactly a year today.
Goodbye my beautiful, brilliant, loyal angel.
You were so much more than just a fun loving rebel. You loved more deeply and unconditionally than anyone I've ever met, but you never lost yourself. You gave so much without ever asking for anything in return, and even when everything was lost, you didn't walk away. You stayed and sacrificed yourself for what and who you believed in. I choose to believe that this meant something, and that it did make a difference.
I don't know where angels go when they die. I hope that you found peace, and that someday your family will be reunited in whatever form, your own Heaven, or stardust, or a simple thought.
I love you, Balthazar, and I miss you, and you will always be my decadent angel with a heart of gold.
*Supposedly, this means "in memoriam" in Enochian. In reality, it probably makes no sense, but I hope my clumsy attempt to use his native tongue would make Balthazar laugh.