Willie Nelson, visibly frail but determined, made his way to the front of the chapel. He clutched Trigger in one hand, his weathered hat pressed to his chest. Soft light filtered through the stained glass behind him. “This wasn’t mine to sing,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “It was his.” A hush fell over the room.
admin Introduction A Final Tribute in Song: Willie Nelson’s Quiet Goodbye At 91, time has softened Willie Nelson’s frame, but not his spirit. On a quiet morning in Luck, Texas, friends,…