RIP Possum. Words cannot express how much George Jones and his music meant to me. His voice was often the voice of my youth. His music was the soundtrack to much of my life. My dad and his siblings referred to him as their father (he was not, but my grandmother was absolutely in love with him. In her house there was a picture of Jesus and of George Jones, and I would never ask her to choose :))
George was, for my money, the best singer of all time. No one ever expressed heart break and misery quite like him and no one ever listened to his music and came away thinking he didn’t pour his heart and soul into a song. He Stopped Loving Her still stops me in my tracks.
I will miss you George. Give ‘em hell on the other side.