MARCH 5, 1963 — THE NIGHT THE SKY KEPT HER. Patsy Cline stepped onto a small plane after a charity show, joking about the cold, humming a tune, telling her husband she’d be home for dinner. It was meant to be a short flight. Nothing dramatic. Just another night on the road. Somewhere above rural Tennessee, the clouds closed in. One calm message came through the radio—then nothing. For two days, Nashville waited. When the wreckage was found, it felt as if the storm hadn’t only taken a plane. It had taken a future. Yet her voice never disappeared. Long after the sky went silent, her songs stayed—floating over Tennessee, returning with every passing rain.
SHE SAID SHE’D BE HOME BY NIGHT… BUT THE SKY HAD OTHER PLANS A Promise Made in Ordinary Words On March 5, 1963, Patsy Cline stepped onto a small plane…