On Tour

“George Jones: The Grand Tour” was in the subject line of the Ticketmaster email alert. My mom loves George Jones, so I opened the email for more details. The tour would stop in Huntsville, Alabama on April 27th! I called Mom to see if she’d like to go, and, of course, she said yes. We lined up Aunt Gail, Uncle Otis, my brother Jeff, and my husband Tim to go with us. A few days later, the tickets went on sale at 10 a.m., and I was online and had our seats secured by 10:04.

When the concert grew closer, we planned a fun evening out with dinner before the show. Then just two days before the event, I received another email alert that said, “Attention ticket holder! Your upcoming George Jones concert has been rescheduled for July 12th.” I wondered what was up. I got online and learned that George was sick and had been hospitalized. The next morning, the headlines read, “George Jones DEAD—Country Music Megastar Dies at 81.”

The words to his most famous song ran through my thoughts…

He stopped loving her today.
They placed a wreath upon his door,
And soon they’ll carry him away.
He stopped loving her today.

I felt extremely sad; it was as if I had some connection to his death because of the ticket that I held. But as the day wore on, this awesome reality sunk in: George Jones was on tour when he died. Oh, to be on tour when my last day arrives—that’s what I want!

Perhaps you’ve decided for some reason to sell the tour bus, retire the vocal cords, hang the guitar on the wall. Won’t you reconsider?

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“Your love, God, is my song, and I’ll sing it! I’m forever telling everyone how faithful you are. I’ll never quit telling the story of your love” (Psalm 89:1-2 MSG).

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2 thoughts on “On Tour

  1. Thereca Tucker says:

    I know what you are saying. First off, I too am a great big fan of George Jones, always will be… I still cry when I hear “He Stopped Loving Her Today.” It has far reaching meanings to me. But I also can relate to the being on tour… and I too hope to be on tour when my time comes… I do not want to be in the audience of my life, that is for sure… Thanks for sharing.

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