“WHEN COUNTRY MUSIC REMEMBERS, IT FEELS LIKE FAMILY.” Alan Jackson didn’t walk onto that stage to shine — he walked on to say thank you. And when Nancy Jones took his arm, the whole room went still. You could feel it… that mix of love, loss, and pride that only George Jones’ name can stir. The lights were soft, the crowd quiet, almost like they were holding their breath. Alan strummed those first notes, and Nancy looked up with that gentle smile — the one she always saved for George. In that moment, it didn’t feel like a tribute show. It felt like a living memory. Two generations standing together, singing for the man who taught them what heartbreak could sound like. And somehow, for a few minutes, it felt like “The Possum” was right there with them.
Alan Jackson’s Emotional Finale at “Playin’ Possum!” — A Farewell Fit for George Jones When George Jones passed away in…