At 89, Engelbert Humperdinck walks slowly beneath the English morning fog, his cane tapping softly against the gravel path that winds through the countryside cemetery. No entourage. No stage lights. Just him — and the silence that greets a man returning to the one place he never wanted to leave behind. He pauses beneath the old willow, where a small headstone bears her name — Patricia. His Patricia.
admin Introduction At 89, Engelbert Humperdinck moves slowly through the misty English countryside, the soft rhythm of his cane echoing against the gravel path. The morning fog hangs low over the…