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At 78, Barry Gibb moved quietly through the pale morning fog of Miami, his pace unhurried, guided not by the pull of a stage but by the weight of memory. There were no stage clothes, no glittering rings, no entourage — only a worn coat, his mother’s favorite scarf tucked into one pocket, and a single rose resting in the other. The cemetery gate groaned open, its sound like an old record turning back to the first track. He stopped at her grave, letting his fingers trace the letters carved deep into stone, and murmured, “You gave me my voice.” There was no music — only the whisper of wind, the far-off murmur of traffic, and the unsteady rhythm of his own breath. For a long while, he stood with his eyes closed, as though listening for her to sing to him once more. Then, with a faint smile, he whispered, “Still singing, Ma… just not as loud.”

Introduction At 78, Barry Gibb moved quietly through the pale morning fog of Miami, his...

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