A first-look at the documentary on Ed Sheeran’s life shows the emotional moment he breaks down in tears while opening up about his wife Cherry Seaborn’s health struggles.
Earlier this month, the singer took to Instagram to share the news that Seaborn, who he’s been married to since 2019, was diagnosed with a tumour while pregnant with their second child last year.
Within the same month, the singer’s best friend, Jamal Edwards, tragically passed away.
These difficult life events changed the course of Sheeran’s upcoming Disney+ docu-series The Sum of It All, something that he discusses in the trailer.
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“Cherry’s health, it was really bad, and then suddenly my best friend Jamal dies,” he explains.
“You guys said, ‘Do you want to make a documentary?’ And I went, ‘Yeah, it should be me in the studio and we’ll play the gig.’
“That’s not what the documentary is.”
The camera then cuts to the ‘Shape of You’ singer in a car as he bursts into tears.
And hundreds of people have offered words of support, with one writing in the trailer’s YouTube comments: “This doc series just proves that even when fans thinks he’s a super figure… he’s just a human with ups and downs just like the rest of us.
“So much respect for Ed and Cherry!”
Another wrote: “I’m so excited for this, he deserves every bit of success and good things in his life.
“You can always see the passion he has for music and expressing himself, that has never changed.”
“Real life comes to all of us, no matter where we’re at,” added a third. “I’m hoping you Cherry and the girls are doing well.”
The upcoming documentary, which also coincides with Sheeran’s sixth studio album release ‘Subtract’, is said to take viewers on a journey into how an ‘unlikely child with a stutter rose to fame to become one of the biggest global music superstars’.
Per the official synopsis: “For the first time, global superstar Ed Sheeran opens the doors to a definitive and searingly honest view into his private life as he explores the universal themes that inspire his music.
“This series follows Ed after he learns of life-changing news and reveals his hardships and triumphs during the most challenging period of his life.”
I Picked Up an Old Man on a Lonely Winter Highway – Letting Him Stay the Night Changed My Life Forever
On a snowy Christmas Eve, I saw an old man trudging along the icy highway, clutching a battered suitcase. Against my better judgment, I stopped, and that single act of kindness led to a life-changing truth and an unexpected bond that would transform my family forever.
It was Christmas Eve, and the highway stretched out before me, cold and silent under the weight of snow. The trees on either side loomed dark, their branches heavy with frost.
A car driving at night | Source: Midjourney
All I could think about was getting home to my two little ones. They were staying with my parents while I wrapped up a work trip. It was my first big assignment since their father had walked out on us.
He left us for someone else, someone from his office. The thought of it still stung, but tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was about my kids, their bright smiles, and the warmth of home.
A man walking along the highway | Source: Midjourney
The road curved sharply, and that’s when I saw him. My headlights caught the figure of an old man walking on the shoulder of the highway. He was hunched over, carrying a battered suitcase, his steps slow and labored.
Snowflakes swirled around him, clinging to his thin coat. He reminded me of my grandpa, long gone but never forgotten.
An elderly man with a suitcase | Source: Midjourney
I pulled over, the tires crunching against the icy shoulder. For a moment, I just sat there, gripping the wheel, second-guessing myself. Was this safe? Every scary story I’d ever heard flashed through my mind. But then I opened the window and called out.
“Hey! Do you need help?”
A woman talking in her car | Source: Midjourney
The man paused and turned toward me. His face was pale, his eyes sunken but kind. He shuffled closer to the car.
“Ma’am,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over the wind. “I’m trying to get to Milltown. My family… they’re waiting for me.”
“Milltown?” I asked, frowning. “That’s at least a day’s drive from here.”
He nodded slowly. “I know. But I gotta get there. It’s Christmas.”
A sad elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, glancing back at the empty highway. “You’ll freeze out here. Get in.”
“You sure?” His voice was cautious, almost wary.
“Yes, just get in. It’s too cold to argue.”
He climbed in slowly, clutching his suitcase like it was the most precious thing in the world.
A sad man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“I’m Maria,” I said as I pulled back onto the road. “And you are?”
“Frank,” he replied.
Frank was quiet at first, staring out the window as snowflakes danced in the beam of the headlights. His coat was threadbare, his hands red from the cold. I turned up the heater.
A serious man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Milltown’s a long way,” I said. “Do you really have family there?”
“I do,” he said, his voice soft. “My daughter and her kids. Haven’t seen ’em in years.”
“Why didn’t they come get you?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Frank’s lips tightened. “Life gets busy,” he said after a pause.
A serious woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney
I bit my lip, sensing I’d hit a nerve. “Milltown’s too far to reach tonight,” I said, trying to change the subject. “You’re welcome to stay at my place. My parents’ house. It’s warm, and my kids would love the company.”
He smiled faintly. “Thank you, Maria. That means a lot.”
A man with a faint smile in a car | Source: Midjourney
After that, we drove in silence, the hum of the heater filling the car. By the time we reached the house, snow was falling harder, covering the driveway in a thick white blanket. My parents greeted us at the door, their faces lined with concern but softened by the holiday spirit.
Frank stood in the entryway, clutching his suitcase tightly. “This is too kind,” he said.
A man sitting in the entryway | Source: Midjourney
“Nonsense,” my mother said, brushing snow off his coat. “It’s Christmas Eve. No one should be out in the cold.”
“We’ve got a guest room ready,” my dad added, though his tone was cautious.
Frank nodded, his voice cracking as he whispered, “Thank you. Truly.”
A sweet elderly woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney
I led him to the guest room, my heart still wrestling with questions. Who was Frank, really? And what brought him to that lonely stretch of highway tonight? As I closed the door behind him, I resolved to find out. But for now, there was Christmas to celebrate. The answers could wait.
The next morning, the house was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. My kids, Emma and Jake, burst into the living room in their pajamas, their faces lit up with excitement.
Happy kids on Christmas morning | Source: Freepik
“Mom! Did Santa come?” Jake asked, his eyes darting to the stockings hung by the fireplace.
Frank shuffled in, looking more rested but still clutching that suitcase. The kids froze, staring at him.
“Who’s that?” Emma whispered.
“This is Frank,” I said. “He’s spending Christmas with us.”
Mother talking to her daughter on Christmas | Source: Midjourney
Frank smiled gently. “Merry Christmas, kids.”
“Merry Christmas,” they chorused, curiosity quickly replacing shyness.
As the morning unfolded, Frank warmed up, telling the kids stories about Christmases from his youth. They listened, wide-eyed, hanging on his every word. Tears welled up in his eyes when they handed him their crayon drawings of snowmen and Christmas trees.
“These are beautiful,” he said, his voice thick. “Thank you.”
A child’s drawing | Source: Midjourney
Emma tilted her head. “Why are you crying?”
Frank looked at me, took a deep breath, then back at the kids. “Because… I have to tell you something. I haven’t been honest.”
I tensed, unsure of what was coming.
“I don’t have a family in Milltown,” he said quietly. “They’re all gone now. I… I ran away from a nursing home. The staff there… they weren’t kind. I was scared to tell you. Scared you’d call the police and send me back.”
A thoughful man in a hat | Source: Pexels
The room fell silent. My heart ached at his words.
“Frank,” I said softly, “you don’t have to go back. We’ll figure this out together.”
My kids looked up at me, their innocent eyes wide with questions. My mother’s lips tightened, her expression unreadable, while my father leaned back in his chair, hands folded, as though trying to process what we’d just heard. “They mistreated you?” I asked finally, my voice trembling.
A shocked woman in a festive hat | Source: Pexels
Frank nodded, looking down at his hands. “The staff didn’t care. They’d leave us sitting in cold rooms, barely fed. I… I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out.”
Tears welled in his eyes, and I reached over, placing a hand on his. “You’re safe here, Frank,” I said firmly. “You’re not going back there.”
Frank looked at me, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
A crying elderly man | Source: Pexels
“You don’t have to,” I said. “You’re part of this family now.”
From that moment on, Frank became one of us. He joined us for Christmas dinner, sitting at the table as though he’d been there all along. He shared life stories, from his days as a young man working odd jobs to his late wife, whose love for art had brightened their small home.
A Christmas dinner | Source: Freepik
The days that followed were filled with joy, but I couldn’t ignore the truth about the nursing home. The thought of others enduring what Frank had described gnawed at me. After the holidays, I sat him down.
“Frank, we need to do something about what happened to you,” I said.
He hesitated, looking away. “Maria, it’s in the past. I’m out now. That’s what matters.”
A man talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney
“But what about the others still there?” I pressed. “They don’t have anyone to speak up for them. We can help.”
Together, we filed a formal complaint. The process was grueling, requiring endless paperwork and interviews. Frank relived painful memories, his voice shaking as he described the neglect and cruelty he’d endured.
A woman oragnizing documents | Source: Freepik
Weeks later, the investigation concluded. The authorities found evidence of widespread neglect and abuse at the facility. Several staff members were fired, and reforms were implemented to ensure the residents’ safety and dignity. When Frank received the news, his relief was palpable.
“You did it, Frank,” I said, hugging him. “You’ve helped so many people.”
A woman hugging an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
He smiled, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “We did it, Maria. I couldn’t have done this without you. But… I don’t know if I ever could go back there.” I smiled. “You don’t have to.”
Life settled into a new rhythm after that. Frank’s presence became a cornerstone of our household.
A happy elderly man | Source: Pexels
He filled a void none of us had realized existed. For my kids, he was the grandfather they’d never known, sharing wisdom and laughter in equal measure. And, for me, he was a reminder of the power of kindness and the unexpected ways life can bring people together.
One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, Frank excused himself and returned with his suitcase. He then pulled out a painting, carefully wrapped in cloth and plastic. It was a vibrant piece, alive with color and emotion.
A woman holding a small painting | Source: Freepik
“This,” he said, “belonged to my wife. She adored it. It’s by a renowned artist and… it’s worth quite a lot.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Frank, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted. “You’ve given me a family when I thought I’d never have one again. This painting can secure your children’s future. Please, take it.”
A shocked woman talking an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, overwhelmed by his generosity. But the earnestness in his eyes left no room for refusal. “Thank you, Frank,” I whispered, tears spilling over. “We’ll honor this gift.”
The painting did indeed change our lives. We sold it, the proceeds ensuring financial stability for my children and allowing us to expand our home. But more than that, Frank’s presence enriched our lives in ways no money ever could.
A happy grandfather with his grandchildren | Source: Freepik
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