A Highwayman’s farewell. On a quiet September morning in California, Willie Nelson, 92, walked slowly with his son Lukas to the grave of Kris Kristofferson. Over his shoulder hung Trigger, the guitar that had carried him through a lifetime of roads and songs. At the stone, Willie’s weathered hand traced the name: Kris Kristofferson, 1936–2024. He sat on the grass and strummed the first notes of “Me and Bobby McGee.” His voice, frail yet unbroken, rose into the still air. Lukas joined him, his younger voice weaving around his father’s like thread in an old quilt — together forming a bridge between memory and tomorrow. When the last chord faded, Willie whispered: “Save me a verse, Kris. We’ll sing it together when I get there.” It was not performance. It was communion.
Willie & Lukas Nelson Remember Kris Kristofferson at His Grave The road was quiet that September morning, as if the…