“He played it slower, softer… like he was sending each word directly into Phil’s soul.” This afternoon, St Thomas’ Hospital in London went unusually quiet. No cameras, no crowd — just Paul McCartney walking alone, carrying his old guitar. On the fifth floor, Phil Collins lay resting, weakened by months of spinal and heart problems. Paul entered quietly, sat by Phil’s bed, and began to play “Hey Jude.” No words were needed. Nurses watched in silence as the soft chords filled the room. Phil opened his eyes, recognized his friend, and smiled faintly. By the final verse, a tear slid down his cheek. When the song ended, Paul gently held Phil’s hand and said, “We’re still a band — even if the stage now is just life itself.”…
It wasn’t a stadium. It wasn’t a sold-out arena. It wasn’t even planned. This afternoon, in a quiet corner of St Thomas’ Hospital in London, […]
