WARNING! This is not your usual fan letter. I have not written to a musician since Simon LeBon in 1985, but now I'm dating myself, aren't I? I would rather not do this in a public forum, but I don't know how to reach you any other way, short of stalking, but I don't think my husband would approve.
I have always been a avid music lover--all kinds of music, and a poet in my own right. Music has always helped me through the darkest times of my life, always been there for me. Then, the unimaginable happened. On October 20th, 2003, my husband and I had a beautiful son, Jack. He was everything we ever wanted. Jack was born septic, from an infection he acquired in the womb and died four days later in his daddy's arms. There were no words to calm me, no music to express even a portion of the yearning, the anger, the misplaced guilt.
But life goes on, at least for everyone else. So I soldiered on and tried to piece myself back together. I have always been strong, and I continued to be strong. And I was okay. Two years ago, our beautiful daughter was born and I thought that I finally was happy and content again. And I was okay. But as the days wore on, I gave so much of myself to being a mom, a wife, and to my work, that there was nothing left for me. I realized that although I was still “me”, I had lost that special sense of myself and I didn’t know how to get it back.
Enter….David Cook and his music. Your beautiful soul, your sound, and your words have somehow sent me into what I call my own personal renaissance. Your music has touched a part of me that I thought had died with my son. I have discovered Me again.
I felt the need to tell you that someone out there has been deeply affected by your music. Keep it coming and I wish you and your family all the best.
Always,
Dawn
dusk1223@aol.com