Chris Whitley

You know what everybody? I make mix-tapes. For myself. Anyhoo, driving home tonight on comes 'made from dirt' by Chris Whitley. Well, the dude's dead. I met him, talked to him, shook his hand, told him the esteem I held him in. Now the man is dead. Then I remembered a brief moment, years ago, while back in school (and he was still alive,) that I came across his daughter's myspace page. My intent, tonight, was to look her up and send a message about how I was listening to her dad tonight and it was wonderful and quite sad at the same time. Something very short and nothing more. Well, by viewing her page and some things she has written, it's clear that she has heard such comments before, in fact many times over, and it's overwhelming to her and she's not interested.
I understand. She's very young (about 20, plus or minus, which means that she was 18 when her dad died, and they were very close).
I guess that this is my issue: No matter what the circumstances, taking into account that the man was in public life, and for the good, touching millions of people, but with all the pratfalls that comes with that, especially for you, who didn't ask for any of that attention...
I wanted to say something nice to you about your dad and I walked away feeling like shit for even having the notion. You decided to go the myspace route; It didn't decide on you. You get both sides of the knife - it will never be one way. That being said, I'm sorry for your loss, I miss your dad very much, and I wish you all the best.