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My brother Ethan King Crislip died on May 25, 2020. At the time, I had begun writing a song about the somewhat self-pitying (but understandable) sorrow a parent feels as their children grow up, wishing they could stay little, just a little longer. Little, innocent, care-free, sweet. Running in a field, lying in our arms, listening to bedtime stories. I had a vision of one of my own children, all grown up, which I applaud and cheer on, but simultaneously dread, for the arrival of that adult whom I will love so much will still mean the disappearance of that little one I tucked into bed every night. It's a strange feeling.
This song is about that, and it's also about Ethan, who, for my parents, disappeared like the subject of this song, but also disappeared in a more permanent way. I shared it at his funeral. It's a sad song. I hope it's also a cathartic song for those who knew Ethan, and for those who remember what their little ones' voices used to sound like, when they fit inside their arms.