Sara Fulton has died.

I think many of you regular readers have met her on at least one occasion. Some may only know her as the girl I wrote that old corny song “Whisper In My Ear” about. But she was a friend of mine for the past 5 years. And it’s only been a few hours since I’ve heard the news myself. I’m kind of in a world of disbelief at the moment. Kind of lost.

I don’t have a cause at the moment. Probably heart complications… Maybe?

As I look around my life and the people in it, seeing a few close to death, SHE was not who I was expecting. My friends, run away from me. I must be cursed. A friend of Coz is one step closer to their grave. This has been proven four times now. Six, if you count in family.

I wish you all could have heard her sing. She was one of the best singers I’ve ever known. We met at The Point over 5 years ago. She sang acapella at open mic night. I was thoroughly impressed. We’ve been holding open mic events at her house over the past year. Last Thursday, she paid for a band to play a feature show. We’ve had some great times there. Last Thursday was one of the best nights we’ve had. And she was fine. It was good. I’m happy for her.



Whisper In My Ear

The weeks go by so fast,

yet the months go on so long.

But time for me stands still,

when you start to sing your song.

Your words surround me like the sky,

they’re deeper than the ocean.

They seep into my body,

oh how I can feel their emotion.

And how I wish you could see

exactly what you do to me.

[When / Every time] you sing your song.

Angel with a voice that could stir the windows in heaven,

let me in your heart.

Angel with a voice that could make a rose shed a tear,

whisper in my ear.

Let me know your dreams.

Let me inside your Zen Garden.

Let me know if it hurt you,

when you fell down from heaven.