At 89, Engelbert Humperdinck walks slowly beneath the English morning fog, his cane tapping softly against the gravel path that winds through the countryside cemetery. No entourage. No stage lights. Just him — and the silence that greets a man returning to the one place he never wanted to leave behind. He pauses beneath the old willow, where a small headstone bears her name — Patricia. His Patricia.
phil At 89, Engelbert Humperdinck walks slowly beneath the English morning fog, his cane tapping softly against the gravel path that winds through…