Richard Carpenter stood alone beneath the bleak, gray sky, one hand gently resting on the gravestone etched with the name Agnes Carpenter — 1915 to 1996. There were no cameras. No audience. Only a soft breeze rustling through the trees lining the cemetery. “I never told you, Mom,” he whispered. “But every note I ever wrote… was for you.” Then, without any accompaniment, Richard began to sing — “I Need to Be in Love.” His voice wasn’t powerful. It didn’t need to be. It was fragile, tender — like a son trying to hold back time, if only for one more verse. And he…
phil “Every Note Was for You” — Richard Carpenter’s Quiet Goodbye to His Mother Richard Carpenter stood quietly beneath the gray…