💔 THE DAY THE SKY STOOD STILL On October 12, 1997, the world lost a voice that felt like sunlight over the Rockies — John Denver. The man who sang of mountains, love, and belonging took his final flight over the California coast he loved so dearly. There’s a haunting poetry in that — a man who wrote “Fly away” truly did. His music wasn’t just sound; it was sanctuary. “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” “Annie’s Song,” “Rocky Mountain High” — each felt like a warm cabin light on a cold night, calling you back to something pure. Denver had that rare gift: to make the simple feel sacred. When his plane went down, it wasn’t only a musician we lost — it was a dreamer, a gentle soul who believed that songs could heal and nature could teach us everything. Even now, when his voice drifts through the air, it feels like he’s still up there — somewhere between the clouds and the stars, smiling. 🎶 “And I’m leaving on a jet plane…” — maybe he really did.
A Pilot’s Soul in a Musician’s Body For John Denver, the sky was never just a backdrop — it was…