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I SING AS BEST I CAN | SONG OF GRIEF AND HOPE

“A song of comfort is a way of saying we care.” — Yo-Yo Ma “The tone of a cello goes straight to the crying zone. It’s like the distillation of a tear.” — Jacqueline du Pré “There’s no way around grief and loss: you just have to go into it. The world you find there will never be the same.” — Johnny Cash I would sing like Luciano if I could, or Tom your fave, you know I would. Maybe a hip beat like Ricky or Justin; anything for my little girl now gone. It’s so hard, Jess, to sing by your grave, to find words for my sweetie so brave. Each note a refrain, a testament of care: I sing as best I can, notes in the air. You’re with me still, our love never ends. This is your song, my daughter, my friend. Now here’s my new cello, freshly tuned, black like my clothes, “black super cool,” like you’d say. And as I scrape the bow I hear a voice, a whisper: It’s you, I know. You faced life with passion, with fire, death took you, a testament, a pyre. Each note a refrain, a testament of care: I sing as best I can, notes in the air. You’re with me still, our love never ends. This is your song, my daughter, my friend. I’d play like Yo-Yo or Jacqueline du Pré, sing like Johnny if I could find a way. Hear my cello, sweetie, rosin on my bow. Try not to laugh, it’s for you, here we go . . . Each note a refrain, a testament of care: I sing as best I can, notes in the air. You’re with me still, our love never ends. This is your song, my daughter, my friend. To everything there is a season— a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. — Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 __________ Text, lyrics, composition, arrangement, and music (C) 2026 David Bannon. Recording (P) 2026 David Bannon.

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