I didn’t know that I’d record this song. I didn’t know that I’d pair this footage with it.

I did know that my father was entering palliative care. I was on my way home to see him. I didn’t really understand that this would be my last bridge crossing, from Detroit to Windsor, while he was still alive. I saw that the rain was beautiful, on the windows of the cab.

For many years, Dad had picked me up from the Detroit airport.

I knew to say these things to him.