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At 74, Randy Owen still carries the memory of his mother’s voice — not through recordings, but in the way her words and melodies return to him in life’s quiet moments. She was never a public figure, never under the glow of a spotlight. Yet, in the warmth of a small kitchen in Fort Payne, surrounded by the aroma of fresh cornbread and the soft hum of a radio, she gave him his very first lessons in music — and in soul.

“She didn’t just teach me how to sing,” Randy once reflected, his voice filled with emotion. “She taught me how to feel every note, to make it real.”

On Sunday afternoons, she would hum timeless hymns while folding laundry, her voice unwavering even when life was not. To her, a song wasn’t truly sung unless it was felt first — a lesson Randy has carried onto every stage, into every performance.

And now, when the lights dim and the audience fades into a hush, Randy sometimes hears her again — that tender, steadfast voice whispering through the silence. In those moments, it’s as if she’s still there beside him, reminding him that music, at its core, is nothing without heart.

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