Can't Bring Back My Betty Jean

So anyone that knows me personally knows how close my grandmother and I were. It wasn't like I only saw her at Thanksgiving and Christmas. We lived in the same house together for many years. My Grandmother had this glow and this charm about her. She was in a wheelchair for most of her adult life, but never asked for pity. She was always happy and smiling and grateful for people spending time with her. That taught me the truth - that money isn't everything, time and family is. She never had a great job or a new car, but she was able to experience being a homeowner for the last ten years of er life. She was proud, honest, and stubborn. At the same time, she was understanding, trustworthy, and, my best friend. Her void is something I may never be able to explain, but writing this song and completing this video is a start. I'm happy I captured part of what I was feeling in those first few weeks after she passed. I was truly heartbroken.

So this is for you, Grandmother. My Betty Jean. I'll never forget you or stop missing you. I love you forever.