In a moment steeped in memory and grace, Don Reid stepped onto the stage one last time — his voice trembling, his heart steady. The crowd fell silent as the first notes rose, soft and familiar, like a prayer carried on the wind. Beside an empty microphone stand — the place where Harold Reid once stood — Don sang not for applause, but for love, for brotherhood, for all the laughter that once echoed through small-town halls and gospel stages. Every word was a farewell and a promise, a bridge between this life and the next. And when the last chord faded, it wasn’t sorrow that remained — it was gratitude, glowing quietly in the dark, where music and memory still hold hands.
phil A FINAL BALLAD: DON REID’S LAST SONG FOR HAROLD In a moment steeped in memory and grace, Don Reid stepped onto the…