At the funeral of Brandon Blackstock, the chapel was heavy with grief and love. Reba McEntire sat in the front row, her hands trembling, eyes fixed on the casket that held her son. When Alan Jackson rose from his seat, his white cowboy hat casting a shadow over his solemn face, the room fell silent.
A Song for Goodbye: Alan Jackson’s Quiet Tribute to Brandon Blackstock NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE — The air inside the small chapel…