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There are some people who become famous. There are some who become legends. And then, very occasionally, there is someone who becomes part of the fabric of people’s lives. Dolly Parton was one of those rare souls. Born amongst the mountains of Tennessee, she somehow became beloved far beyond them. USA claimed her, quite rightly, as one of its own, but Dolly belonged to the world. From Tennessee to London, from Nashville to Sydney, from the smallest country town to the grandest city, people knew her songs, her smile, her humour and that extraordinary voice. And somehow, they felt they knew her. Dolly had a generosity of spirit that seemed almost old-fashioned. She gave without fuss, encouraged without condescension and used her extraordinary success to lift others rather than merely elevate herself. Her Imagination Library alone put books into the hands of countless children, but her greatest gift was perhaps less tangible. She made people feel that goodness was still worth something. She carried her faith in God throughout her life, not as a performance, but as something deeply woven into who she was. She spoke of heaven without fear and of those she loved with the quiet certainty that love does not simply cease because a heartbeat does. And what a woman she was. There was steel beneath those rhinestones. Dolly possessed an almost formidable intestinal fortitude. She came from poverty, faced rejection, endured criticism, broke barriers and built an extraordinary life on talent, determination, wit and an almost indecent amount of hard work. She never needed to pretend to be tough. She simply was. And beneath all the glitter, the wigs, the sequins and the laughter was a woman who understood the profound value of loyalty. Her love for Carl was one of those rare private things in an increasingly public world. Nearly six decades of marriage, through fame, fortune and all the peculiarities that accompany both, she remained devoted to the man she chose long before the world knew her name. That, too, was Dolly. A powerful woman who never needed to diminish anyone else in order to demonstrate her own strength. A lady who never mistook elegance for pomposity. A star who somehow remained gloriously human. A woman who could walk into a room covered in glitter and still make the person standing quietly in the corner feel seen. And perhaps that is why the world feels so strangely empty today. We haven’t merely lost a singer. We have lost a storyteller. A songwriter. A philanthropist. A businesswoman. A woman of faith. A devoted wife. A force of nature. An icon. And, above all, a thoroughly decent human being. Her songs will endure, of course. They have already become part of the soundtrack of generations. But music was only one part of what Dolly gave us. She gave us laughter. She gave us courage. She gave us kindness. She gave us hope. She reminded us that you could be enormously successful without becoming cold, enormously wealthy without becoming selfish and enormously famous without believing yourself better than anyone else. She spread an astonishing amount of love during her lifetime. And now the world must learn to live without the woman who spread it. I hope, wherever she is tonight, there is music. I hope there are angels. I hope there is a little Tennessee sunshine. And I hope, with all my heart, that Carl was there to meet her. Because after a lifetime of making the world smile, Dolly Parton deserves to be welcomed home with the greatest ovation heaven can possibly muster. Rest peacefully, Dolly. You were never merely America’s sweetheart. You were loved around the world. You were never merely a country music legend. You were an icon. You were never merely a famous woman. You were a lady. And you were never merely a star. You were light. Never forgotten. Never replaced. Forever loved. Thank you, Dolly, for leaving the world rather brighter than you found it. May God bless you, and keep you.