Under the lights of Branson, Conway sang with the tenderness that had carried him through decades — “Hello Darlin’,” “Linda on My Mind,” and more, each one delivered as if it might be his last. Hours later, his body gave out, and the voice that had once been called “the best friend a song ever had” was silenced forever. What seemed like just another concert became a farewell written in fate — a goodbye only time would reveal.
