“I still hear his adorable laugh in the quiet moments… and some days, that’s what gets me through.”
Grief doesn’t always scream. Sometimes, it sings.
“All My Love” isn’t just a Led Zeppelin ballad. It’s a father breaking.
When Robert Plant lost his 5-year-old son, Karac, to a sudden illness, the pain nearly destroyed him. But instead of turning away, he did what artists do—he bled into melody. Not for charts. Not for legacy. For Karac. For the little boy who never got to grow up.
Onstage in 1980, during Zeppelin’s final tour, Plant didn’t just sing the song. He *survived* it.
You could hear it in the tremble of his voice. See it in the way his eyes shut tight—shielding himself from a world that moved on without his son. The crowd stood still. And in that stillness, something happened. He wasn’t a rock god anymore. He was a father. Broken, raw, grieving out loud in front of strangers… who suddenly didn’t feel like strangers at all.
“All of my love… to you.”
It wasn’t a lyric. It was a prayer. A goodbye. A forever.
That’s the magic of music—it turns our wounds into something that still breathes, even after we can’t.
