Death Letter

Today is an anniversary in my life. Today was the day my step-daughter died. She used to call me 'Daddy'. It was her idea, and it worked very well for me.

Around four in the afternoon, we were allowed into the mortuary at the hospital where she died, and I remember holding her and hugging her, and talking to her, and trying to figure out how to love a dead person.

Blues music. It's what I need at moments like this.

I got a letter this morning
What d’you reckon it read?
"Hurry home because
The gal you love is dead"
Got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry!
"Because that gal you love is dead"

I picked up my suitcase
Took off down the road
When I got there she was
Laying on the coolin' board
Yes, I picked up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there
She was laying
'Lain on the coolin' board.

Look like ten thousand people
Standing 'round the burying ground
Didn't know how much I loved her
'Til they began to let her down
Ten thousand people
Standing 'round the burial ground
Didn't know I loved her
'Til they began to lay her down.

Ain’t it hard to love somebody
When that someone can’t love you?
And you know that she ain’t comin' back
No matter what you do?
You know it's hard to love somebody
When that someone can’t love you.
You can't find satisfaction
And you don't care what you do.

SON HOUSE