Willie Nelson, aged by the years but steadied by the quiet strength of love, was gently wheeled through the hushed cemetery by his son, Lukas. The morning held its breath, sky washed in soft gray, as if the world itself remembered. Dressed in a plain black coat, Willie rested his hands over the hat that had seen countless miles, his familiar braids hidden beneath it. No words were spoken—none were needed.
A FAREWELL WRITTEN IN WILDFLOWERS AND SONG: Willie Nelson’s Silent Goodbye to Connie Francis There…
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