Don Reid’s Final Goodbye: A Heartfelt Tribute to His Brother Harold
It happened on a quiet Sunday evening in Staunton, Virginia — the town where it all began. Inside a small, sold-out theater filled with familiar faces and lifelong fans, Don Reid, the iconic voice and lyricist of The Statler Brothers, stepped onto the stage for what may be his final public performance. But this night wasn’t about nostalgia. It was about love, loss, and a promise kept.
A Stage Set for Memory
Dressed in a simple black suit, Don walked slowly to the microphone. There was no band, no fanfare. Just a stool, a single acoustic guitar, and a framed photo of Harold Reid — his older brother and the Statlers’ unforgettable bass man — placed quietly at the edge of the stage.
Don spoke only once before the music began:
“I’ve written thousands of songs in my life. But tonight… I sing just one. For him. And him alone.”
A Song of Farewell
Then, in a voice cracked with age but rich with meaning, he began to sing “Moments To Remember.” It was a song that had once made the brothers laugh backstage, recalling simpler days. But this time, it felt different — like a eulogy set to melody, each lyric soaked in memory.
By the time he reached the final verse, the theater was still. Some in the audience clutched tissues. Others held the hands of loved ones beside them. And then came the line that broke the silence:
“And old Harold’s gone… but I still hear him singing harmony when the wind blows just right.”
Don paused, lowered his eyes, and whispered the last words:
“I’ll see you at the next curtain call, big brother.”
A Brother’s Goodbye
With that, Don stood, nodded once toward the photograph, and walked slowly offstage — into the wings, where the shadows embraced him like the closing of a hymn.
He didn’t wave. He didn’t return for an encore. Because this wasn’t a concert.
It was a goodbye.
And in that goodbye, Don Reid did what only a true brother, poet, and soul singer could do — he turned grief into grace, and silence into song. A final performance. A final bow. A legacy sealed — in harmony.