There are tens of millions of people here now who do not have food on the table. Although this is our most pressing concern alongside a laundry list of others, I nonetheless want to remind the world of the painful loss of love that our sons and our daughters have suffered. Here is a song for the parents of those children to whom we extend our deepest solidarity and hope for a renewal of our movement for resolution and restoration.
Showed up to Heathrow today For the 2000th time Got in my taxi and I learned Nick Cave's son died The news hit me like a bus into a hill Because once at the K-west hotel, I met him and his son, They were standing across the hall I mentioned to him how we both played Hultsfred in 1997 I don't believe in God, but sometimes I hope there's Heaven The bad news hurt to hear, and it hurts to repeat, It's just sad news and I'm sorry to even speak it I was on my way home from Perth this past March Virgin airlines, row 23, and I watched '20,000 Days on Earth' and it inspired me I'm very much me And Nick Cave is very much 'He' But we're the same in that we're both songwriters and we don't stop moving- we're like waves in the sea I remember seeing 'Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth' He spoke about the passing of his daughter Exodus, and how he joined "The Bereaved Parents Group." He knew when he arrived at her bed That he was not alone Because the parents of the other children embraced him And they cried in the hospital And I remembered when Danielle Steel Lost her son at only 19 years old to an overdose on heroin And on his bedroom window Still remains the sticker he put there of The Misfits Every time I walk past her home on Washington St. I look up and I glance at it For all bereaved parents- I send you my love Parents survive their children It's a pain very few know of My cousin Carissa's My friends Chris's, Brett's, and Dennis's And my ex-girlfriend Katy's mom and dad All became apart of the family of bereaved parents And when my father was young He lost his older brother Lenny His mom and dad joined the bereaved parents group My dad looks down on the ground and gets quiet whenever I mention his name When my little second cousin Carissa died My mother called me, it had been so long since I'd heard that certain cry Not since the day she divorced my father But they're friendly now so with that story I'd rather not bother. But I flew out there and we gathered in the living room We all shared stories of a person of whom different amounts of depth we knew The coffee table was filled with prescription drugs Carissa's puppy laid at my feet and I gave Carissa's mom a hug And she sat motionless as if there was no air She was in a world of her own in that chair She was the one who gave birth to Carissa and raised her- All we could do for her was be there It's been two years and I know that for her some days are better, But the loss of a child has to be the hardest thing to bear The loss of a child is something no parent is prepared for The loss of a child is simply unfair For all bereaved parents- I send you my love And parents outlive their children is the cruelest cut For all bereaved parents- I know that I don't know But the pain has to be the worst nightmare blow For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love… For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love… For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love… For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love… For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love… For all bereaved parents- I send you my love For all bereaved parents- I send you my love…
This June passed the 11th anniversary of my honeyboy’s abduction and disappearance. A few days after that anniversary, I sat at my desk on Father’s Day in a Zoom meeting with our family and had a jovial moment wishing each other happiness before we cut the conversation short and my brothers, my father, my nephew and their families each hurried off to a drink or another meal together, and silence fell on the wires.
For all bereaved parents, I send you my love.