Blue Skies

Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singin' a song
Nothin' but bluebirds all day long

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days, all of them gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on
(Blue skies smilin' at me
Nothin' but blue skies do I see)

Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days, all of them gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on
Nothin' but blue skies from now on

NORMAN HOWARD BYLIN Born Aug, 15 1927 in Sacramento, CA Passed away Nov, 26 1998 at 71 years of age. Norm was a musician for the better part of his life having his own orchestra at the age of 16. He traveled with the Jack Fina Orchestra. Playing throughout the United States. He later returned to Sacramento continuing his love of music playing his saxaphone and clarinet with many local orchestras including Forrie Long, Red Clark and Bill Rase. He also worked for the Arcade water district as a field representative for 19 years. He is survived by wife Dee, daughter Linda Steele, sons Craig and Tim Bylin, sister Loretta Hermann, 6 grand- children & 2 nephews.

Blue Skies and Norm

For You, Big Brother

Norm, you were always Dad's
And Mom's pride and joy,
You were their first born child,
Destined to be their only boy.

You were born the fifteenth of August, 1927
No sibling rivalry 'til you were nine
Then you had a baby sister,
The folks always said we got along fine.

You were my big brother,
And always came to my aid,
When I'd get hurt or needed help,
You made me feel not afraid.

I was proud of you, big brother,
For those next nine years,
And when you turned eighteen
Joined "Uncle Sam" for four years.

You'd taught me to love music,
Mom and Dad loved it too;
All of life became a song with me,
Just as it always was for you.

You returned from the Air Force,
still with music in your soul,
From the time you were born,
Music made your life whole.

You stood in Dad's place for my Wedding
He had died Fathers Day 1955,
We shared tears privately at Mom's funeral
How I wish you were all alive.

The last words I said to you,
Were, "Norm, I love you,"
And softly you replied,
"Yea, Retter, I do too."

You died a few hours later,
On Thanksgiving Day,
In our youth holidays were fun
Now you've gone away.

My prayer is you're with Ma and Pa
Scattering snowballs in your Blue Skies,
And Merry Christmas, big brother,
Smile at us from Eternity's Blue Skies.

~ Loretta ~