Eight Is great, so they say
The year seemed long flying by
All I wanted was a chance to breath
A moment to think, a moment to grieve
Eight is great, I’m not so sure
Time finite we all know
Grannyma joined you this year
As did the son of friends dear
I think a crazy eight is more near
We laugh and shed painful tears
If eight is great can nine be divine
As it’s been a crazy eight years
The neighbors come by with holiday cheer
We are thankful for their joyful smiles
I look to the heavens up so high
In all those years, it’s still a beautiful blue sky
A sky so big and so blue
It reminds us of your smile and laugh
It reminds us of your belief of on high
Cause only God could create such a blue sky
In all these years what I hold close
Is the promise of reunion and a big hug
I smile each day that goes by
When I look at the hope in the beautiful big blue sky
Brian I love you and I miss you so
Your sisters would make you proud
They miss you and hold thoughts of you dear
And every now and then they can feel you near
Your mother tells stories of days past
I love to hear them and hold them fast
Brian you’re in our thoughts and often nigh
It is especially quite powerful under a huge Colorado blue sky.
Beautiful Blue Sky 