I was asked to write a song for a friend who had lost her mother. It wasn't long before I realized, to my shock and horror, that I was writing about my own poor mother. As the chemo, without reason or mercy, WRETCHEDLY MURDERED HER, she died hard, she died slow, but she died bravely and she died well. I have never been prouder of anyone in my

I was asked to write a song for a friend who had lost her mother. It wasn't long before I realized, to my shock and horror, that I was writing about my own poor mother. As the chemo, without reason or mercy, WRETCHEDLY MURDERED HER, she died hard, she died slow, but she died bravely and she died well. I have never been prouder of anyone in my life. This is the hardest song that I've ever written and recorded. Good travels Ma. Good travels...