A radio guy mentioned this artist and this song the other day. I don’t listen to music on the radio often, so everyone and their dog might have heard this already, but it’s new to me, and wow. The tears. I sobbed so much I could barely hear the lyrics. But after listening to it on repeat for a while, I was able to make it through it without too many sniffles, and that’s when I let the extra brilliance of it sink in. Yes, it’s beautiful and moving and pain-filled, but it’s also genius from a writing perspective. We don’t see the brother in the video, but I feel like I know him through the little things the surviving brother notices. The half empty Gatorade bottle, the shirt thrown in the back, the baseball cap. This truck is personal. It’s a chunk of who the brother was.

And the song reveals the relationship between the two. His brother would punch him if he saw the tear rolling down his face. That one detail shows me so much about the two. So do the lines, “I drive your truck. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind.” The older brother would probably kick his butt for touching his truck if he were alive.

The surviving brother doesn’t change the radio station. The older bro (I don’t know why I assume the other brother is older) would probably kick his butt for that, too. You don’t touch a man’s radio.

Love this song. I’m going to check out some of the artist’s other stuff.

God, when that little girl peers around her mother at the end… It gets me every time.