"He was there for my first breath, I was there for his last."

I released this album on the one-year anniversary of Dad's passing. Grief needed a ceremony. These songs were it.

I didn't set out to write an album about the five stages of grief. But when I looked at what I'd written, the arc was already there.

behind the lyrics:

I Believe

Vanessa Mitchell

When writing this song, I was deep in anticipatory grief about what was to come for my amazing Dad… my safe guide in life, a best friend, mentor, and north star. In his fight to live (with no talk of the alternative), Read more

When writing this song, I was deep in anticipatory grief about what was to come for my amazing Dad… my safe guide in life, a best friend, mentor, and north star.

In his fight to live (with no talk of the alternative), music allowed me to express the unsaid.

Every fear.

Every hope.

Grief is incredibly inconvenient. There is simply no good time for it. And yet, it has to be expressed or it will be all-consuming.

Allowing myself to be completely overcome by grief was not an option that made sense for my family or work, nor would it have been what my Dad wanted.

I understood when songs began pouring out of me that the emotions had to be channeled somewhere… And this was it.

A decision was made that my emotions would not drown me, they would heal me.

Despite him being in a chokehold by pancreatic cancer for 10 months, I still held onto hope that things would be okay.

In reality, nothing was okay because my amazing Dad was slowly being taken from me.

(When you know, you know)

But at the same time, everything was layered with a sense of "We'll get through this – It's okay because we have each other.”

This song walks a line – It’s dark, but it’s light.

It’s moody with a silver lining.

“Blessed am I, but this feels like a crime. Stealing this time from me.”

“Holding hands knowing time’s like the sand as it funnels through the glass.”

An arc of despair, but never without the acknowledgment of our blessings.

Of family.

Of friendship.

When the high strings come in at the second chorus, it represents the anxiety I felt when trying all the things and nothing seemed to be working anymore. I just didn’t know what else to try to buy more time.

And when the choir kicks in at the end, it symbolizes all of the people surrounding me in support, holding us up at our darkest hour. Friends, family, even strangers.

The words “I Believe” don’t refer to one specific thing here:

• I believe in my ability to peacefully guide my Dad through this.

• I believe in my new ability to be vulnerable and brave.

• I believe I can have a brilliant, successful life while at the same time move through intense grief.

• I believe I can be a safe and calm landing spot for my Mom, kids, husband & brother in the hardest moments

• I believe God will hold us through this (or whatever Universal source speaks to you)

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In my vision for this song, it's a duet and the cello plays a lead role.

Something about this instrument is heartbreaking, yet also feels comforting – like being wrapped in a warm towel right out of the dryer. Every muscle in my body relaxes.

That duality is very interesting to me, especially for this particular song, which walks the line of total despair while having a deep-rooted belief that it will all be okay.

Because it has to be.

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Mark My Words

Vanessa Mitchell

Dad looked at what pancreatic cancer was doing to his body and decided it wouldn't have the last word. He decided to cremate his body to burn the pancreatic cancer to smithereens. He was the calmest and most peaceful man Read more

Dad looked at what pancreatic cancer was doing to his body and decided it wouldn't have the last word. He decided to cremate his body to burn the pancreatic cancer to smithereens.

He was the calmest and most peaceful man I knew, but when he saw what this cancer was doing to his body, he put on his game face...

His original plan was to be traditionally buried after peacefully passing away in his sleep after a long life of living to age 107.

But plans change.

Dad loved John Wayne and Clint Eastwood films.

Their steadfast resolve to not be moved into submission.

Facing their opponent in fight scenes as if declaring… MARK MY WORDS.

This song was inspired by Mark Head, an extraordinary individual I encountered within the Pancreatic Cancer Facebook group.

Against all odds, Mark has celebrated a remarkable seven-year milestone, defiantly living with pancreatic cancer.

He rallies the troops by writing weekly inspirational posts, sharing the same resolve as my Dad to not let PC get the best of them no matter the outcome.

An inner drive that says:

YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE WHO I AM.

🎵 “Mark my words in history, I won’t go silently.

You may take my body, but you can’t take my legacy.” 🎵

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One Day At A Time

Vanessa Mitchell

During my family’s viral bucket list story last December that was covered by NBC, ABC, CBS, Inside Edition & The Washington Post, Vickie Quinn was one of the strangers who reached out. “If you bring him to Las Vegas, Read more

During my family’s viral bucket list story last December that was covered by NBC, ABC, CBS, Inside Edition & The Washington Post, Vickie Quinn was one of the strangers who reached out.

“If you bring him to Las Vegas, I can arrange a UFC fight.”

At the time, my amazing Dad was in the most significant fight of his life so it made sense to go.

This is going to be Vicki’s first Christmas without her husband of 35 years who passed away in his sleep. 😞

Her loss is palpable… She truly is living one day at a time.

We never had a chance to meet on our brief overnight trip to Las Vegas, but even though we didn’t know each other, we began texting almost daily.

As if we picked up a conversation that had simply paused for a while.

Vicki’s resilience as a wife and mother is incredible.

She’s a true proud mama bear of her son, Stephen Quinn: Despite being a quadriplegic due to a rare birth defect, he created a well-respected career within the UFC starting as an intern at age 14 and climbing the ranks to Director of Regulatory Affairs.

Enduring over 35 surgeries before he was 12 years old, Stephen recovered by watching sports.

Both Vicki and Stephen have made a lasting impact on me between her emotional support & kindness, and Stephen’s amazing accomplishments.

And we’ve still never met in person.

The bucket list experience that Vickie & her son coordinated was beyond a UFC fight… the true gift she gave me was quality time with my dad that I’ll never forget.

You don’t really know what to give or say to somebody when they lose their spouse.

The person they saw first thing each morning and each night, only to be replaced by an empty space in their bed.

And the house becomes quiet. So quiet.

A daily reminder of her loss.

When I wrote this song inspired by her story, it felt like something I could give her that actually mattered.

I sent her the acapella version and she replied…

“In this unthinkable loss I received 500 flowers, 700 casseroles, many invitations, lots of books on grief, hundreds of cards, letters, and messages. Never did I receive a song that not only is beautiful but encompasses exactly how I feel… silent grief. Thank you will never be enough...”

It was a soundtrack of both our feelings.

Music is a superpower that heals and brings people together.

Vicki gave me unforgettable memories with my Dad, and I gave her a song.

But really, we gifted each other with a friendship when we both needed it the most.

In the months that followed, we've texted countless times.

Lifting each other in the hardest moments.

A cheerleader for our brighter days ahead.

We’ve still never met.

But connection bridges the distance.

If you’d like to listen to the song, I’ve put the link in the comments below.

Introducing ‘ONE DAY AT A TIME.’

If you’ve ever lost someone MAJOR in your life, you will understand these lyrics.

Tell me I’m not alone.

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Taking A Walk With You

Vanessa Mitchell

From childhood into my early 20’s, Dad and I often went on long walks around the neighborhood. We would talk about everything in that hour – He would listen, share life advice, or we’d walk in silence if I was upset about Read more

From childhood into my early 20’s, Dad and I often went on long walks around the neighborhood.

We would talk about everything in that hour – He would listen, share life advice, or we’d walk in silence if I was upset about something.

Just being… together.

Then in my 20’s, I started going on long walks with my now-husband, Joe, as we got to know each other. It’s still one of our favorite things to do 20 years later.

And now I’m going on evening neighborhood walks with my little kiddos.

I love this time together because it’s so simple, yet deeply meaningful.

Reflecting on these memories inspired me to write a song about a transition of time through generations…

How something as timeless as a walk can nurture all types of relationships.

It’s about so much more than walking… A seemingly small act with a lasting impact.

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Thank You

Vanessa Mitchell

Right there on my closet floor, sobbing, I begged my Dad for forgiveness. I’d been carrying a proverbial boulder this past year, my knees taking turns to assist in holding it up. It was getting too heavy and I needed to Read more

Right there on my closet floor, sobbing, I begged my Dad for forgiveness. 😩

I’d been carrying a proverbial boulder this past year, my knees taking turns to assist in holding it up.

It was getting too heavy and I needed to put it down.

I felt guilty.

I had failed him by not being able to find something to save him from pancreatic cancer.

Because I’m a problem solver.

Problem solvers are supposed to solve problems.

And I really wanted to fix this.

But I failed. I was incapable of changing the outcome and now he’s gone.

PERMANENTLY.

By that point, two months had passed since he had passed, so asking Dad to “stay” made no sense…

But grief is not linear, nor sensical.

I wanted it to go back to how it was.

It was an impossible ask.

So, I needed to ask Dad–wherever he is–for forgiveness instead.

And ultimately, forgive myself.

The boulder dropped.

Here’s what I realize now…

Dad hadn’t saved me during the hardest times in my life, he was simply there.

As a guide.

A mentor.

He was there for me in my first half of life, and I was there for him in his last.

The hardest moments of my life had only felt easier because I wasn’t alone in them.

He didn’t “fix” my problems, he guided me through them.

Even when he couldn’t advise, he was always a safe harbor.

A listening ear. A calming presence.

He was my ‘home’, and then after starting my own family, a second home.

He was there for my first breath, I was there for his last.

For that, I’m grateful.

Grateful for his TIME.

Grateful that he chose to give it to me.

The greatest GIFT of all. 🎁

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BEHIND THE LYRICS…

This song was actually written after the album recording was finished. 🎵

The timing wasn't ideal.

I was on the plane back from Nashville after a long, cathartic, and creatively inspiring week.

Staring at the heavenly clouds through the little port hole, understanding now that I had no control over the final outcome with Dad, it was at that moment that I felt so deeply grateful for how everything played out given the unfortunate circumstances.

I was there for him.

And he knew it.

There’s something so unconditional and honest about the love between a great father & daughter.

That’s when I realized something was missing…

If this album was meant to honor my Dad, there was still one thing left to be said.

This song is called ‘Thank You.’

It’s a timeline montage of Dad being present throughout my life. Childhood, marriage, parenthood… And all the quiet moments in between.

His grandkids also make an appearance at the end as a way to say ‘Thank You’ to their Pop. Mom and Dad have helped Joe and I raise them… As they say, “It takes a village.”

If you've shared your time this far with me... I want to thank YOU, too.

For the time we’ve shared together, feeling Blessed & Grateful. ❤️ ✨

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Love Will Remain

Vanessa Mitchell

Two months after Dad died, one random Monday morning, every valley I’d experienced up to that point in life was transformed into a ditch. THIS was the valley. The kind of crying where your body can barely take a breath. Read more

Two months after Dad died, one random Monday morning, every valley I’d experienced up to that point in life was transformed into a ditch.

THIS was the valley.

The kind of crying where your body can barely take a breath.

When there was no energy left… staring at nothing as I sat in the kind of silence where you hear your heart beating…

I felt Dad’s presence. It felt like a warm hug on my shoulders from behind.

It was here at this moment that Dad spoke to me. It sounded like my voice, but I wasn’t the one speaking it.

It felt surreal and was exactly what I needed to hear at the time.

Dad had a calming presence – When he spoke, he held the room.

I genuinely believe he spoke these peaceful words to me at one of the most painful moments of feeling his loss…

And I listened.

“Sending you love Sending you light In your time of need, in this time of life You are loved You are loved

Sending you peace A blanket of love

I promise you, only love will remain

Sweet memories Of easier times Just try to breathe The pain will subside

How things used to be Will stay in your heart One day you’ll see The pain will subside

I promise you, only love will remain”

In this brief transcendent reality we shared for what was only a minute, his words transformed into lyrics and a melody appeared.

I truly believe we wrote this song together.

This was a GIFT given to me when I needed it most.

And in turn, I would like to share it with the world.

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When someone passes away, I often don’t know what to say that could possibly comfort them. The only thing that can fix their broken heart is to have their loved one back.

After posting my songs within several grief Facebook groups, this is the one that seemed to help people find the most comfort.

This song is meant to be shared with someone who is feeling a loss they never knew could be so hard.

Someone who is walking slowly through a shaded valley. Maybe even crawling…

For anyone who knows that place… This song is for you.

I truly hope it gives you as much comfort as it’s given me.

It’s been on repeat this past year, acting as a soothing balm for this invisible wound on my heart. ❤️‍🩹

I take comfort in having faith my Dad’s words are true…

Introducing: LOVE WILL REMAIN

Feeling blessed and grateful ❤️

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Listener Reviews: 

"This song is so so beautiful, I listened 3 times. You have a voice that evokes so much emotion, I burst into tears the second time.  That for me is the sign of a great song when you can connect so deeply. I hope you keep going... I want more." - Colette B.

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"As a Dad, I feel the words about your dad very deeply. It's a constant promise to myself and to my boys that I will be the kind of dad whose memory someday will be cherished this much. Thank you because what you share created inspiration to be the very best living parent possible." - Barrett S.

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