06/08/2025
Ladies out there…you gotta love Dolly!
I lost my partner of 60 years in March.
Being famous doesn’t make the pain hurt any less.
I lost my husband Carl in March, after sixty years together. People see me smiling on stage, in rhinestones and big hair, but behind all the glitter is a broken heart. Carl was never one for the spotlight—he stayed home, ran his businesses, and kept me grounded. That quiet man was my greatest supporter, my best friend, and the love of my life.
We met at the Wishy Washy laundromat in Nashville. I was eighteen, and he said something that made me laugh. I knew right then he was different. For six decades, he let me chase my dreams while never asking me to be anyone but myself. He was always in my corner, even from behind the scenes.
Now the house is quieter. The mornings feel longer. I still reach for him sometimes. But I believe love like ours doesn’t end. It changes form.
I’ll keep singing, because that’s what he would want. But a piece of my heart is with him, and always will be.🥹