...though soft you tread above

We think of you every day, in every way, happy and sad, crappy and mad, and mostly just glad glad glad we knew you. We talk of you every day sweetie. Mia is now playing with your pink pig and your fridge country music animal game you loved so much. On this sad anniversary, here's a song I used to whistle to you, you probably heard it at the big house because Terry loves to belt it out. We changed some words for you. O Danny Boy apparently isn't from Ireland but that is ok because you ain't either, despite your fire and rightous love of potatoes. You know we love you peach more than we can say.

O Sasha girl, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
It's you, it's you must go and we must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
For we'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Sasha Bella, oh sweet peach, we love you so

But when ye come and all the flow'rs are dying
If we are dead, as dead we well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where we are lying
And kneel and say a HI HI there for we

And we shall hear though soft you tread above us
And our graves will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell us that you love us
And we shall sleep in peace until you come to us.

And here's your sister Mia wearing one of your favorite jerseys. Hi sister Sasha!