The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glowShe must fly
She must fly…She must Fly
On Monday night, July 4, I learned that that one of my girlfriend’s daughters was killed that morning. Murdered, on a bike path in her hometown. Brianna had recently celebrated her 20th birthday.
There are no words.
I knew Brianna when my friend and her family lived here in Montana before moving back to Alaska some years ago. The Brianna I knew was a sweet, affectionate, bubbly soul who loved Broadway show tunes and sang them often with her Mom (and was much better at it too.)I remember her laughter as she played with my own daughters. (Brianna was just two years older than my eldest.) My heart goes out to my dear friend and her family.
In the words of her mother, “Baby Girl filled the world with songs. She was a sweet soul, who loved the underdog and protected the weak.
She adored and looked after her siblings and was a loyal sister, daughter and friend.
Fly free Nana, we know you’re filling heaven with songs!”
We’ll miss you, sweetheart, and look to see you in the skies.
Blessed Be, Brianna?.
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That was beautifully put. She was a beautiful soul. She sang like a bird. Such a young lady taken much too soon. I was very lucky to have known her.