At Merle Haggard’s funeral, the room held its breath as Ben Haggard stepped forward—his father’s guitar slung across his shoulder, his eyes clouded with something deeper than sorrow. The chapel was quiet, the kind of quiet that only comes when legends pass. No introduction, no fanfare. Just Ben, standing where his father once stood so many times before.
A SON’S FAREWELL: Ben Haggard’s Heartbreaking Tribute at His Father’s Funeral Leaves No Dry Eye…
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