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Under the Quiet Afternoon sky, Engelbert Humperdinck sits quietly beside his wife of 57 years, Patricia Healey (1936–2021). He speaks softly, his voice rough in the wind: “We were together for 57 years… and then she left me.”The problem is gradually fading between the pain of loss and unexpected love. The artist who once sang about love and the pain of missing now has only the silence of a broken heart.The late afternoon sunlight covers the tombstone of the woman he loved, reflecting the happy years gone by. Although life has brought him to the stage of trumpets, the place where he sits today in the middle of a peaceful cemetery is the truest stage of love.

Introduction Engelbert met Patricia Healey in the late 1950s, long before the world knew his...

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