The night before her final flight, Patsy called home from the road. Her son, Randy, answered the phone. “Mama, sing me a song,” he begged. She laughed. “This late, honey?” “Just one,” he pleaded. So she hummed “You Belong to Me” through the crackling line, her voice soft as a lullaby. When she finished, she said, “Now go to sleep, my darling.” That was the last song he ever heard her sing — but for years afterward, whenever the wind blew through the curtains, he swore he could still hear her voice in it.
admin The night before her final flight, Patsy Cline called home from the road. It was late, and the world outside her motel window was quiet — a hum of trucks…