Grief, Music, and Coldplay: A Daughter’s Story of Love That Transcends the Stars

Last year, we had the once-in-a-lifetime joy of lending our voices to Coldplay's #MoonMusic project -- and, I got to share that moment with my 95-year-old dad.

Singing Ahhhh for a few seconds along with 137, 204 others from around the world for a very special ONE WORLD track.

Now, it’s summer 2025. Four months have passed since Dad became a star in the "sky full of stars."
I remember the day I booked my Coldplay tickets. He was right beside me, “Viva La Vida” playing through his Alexa.
“What’s that girl’s name who plays me the music?” he asked with that familiar spark. We talked about melodies, lyrics, the way certain songs would stop us in our tracks — the kind of music that settles deep in your soul.

That passion for music — he gave that to me. It was our common language, a thread woven through so many moments of our life together.

Tomorrow night is the concert. As I prepare to enter Rogers Stadium, I carry both anticipation and a deep ache. Grief is a quiet companion, one that slithers in when you least expect it, biting through your breath with the softest lyric, the faintest chord.
But, I know this — when My Universe plays, I will look up to the stars, surrounded by thousands of voices singing as one, and I’ll feel him with me. That song — a collaboration between Coldplay and BTS — holds a special kind of magic. It's not just the soaring vocals or the lush melody. It’s the message: even when we're worlds apart, love keeps us connected.

Chris Martin has a gift. His lyrics are more than poetry — they’re lifelines. They have the power to hold your hand when no one else knows what to say. To comfort you, move you, lift you. His music transcends age, time, and language — and through it, generations meet.
So thank you, Coldplay — and especially Chris — for creating music that doesn’t just entertain but heals. Thank you for giving us soundtracks that keep our loved ones close, even when they’re far beyond our reach.

Tomorrow night, in that “middle of nowhere” feeling you get at Rogers Stadium, I’ll be closer than ever to Dad. Because music keeps us together.