The lights dimmed to a soft amber glow as Alan Jackson began to sing “Who Says You Can’t Have It All.” His voice, warm but weighted with memory, carried the quiet ache of a man standing in the wreckage of his own dreams — still smiling, still believing. It’s not a song of regret, but of reflection — the kind of truth that comes after the dust has settled and all that’s left is what really matters.
WHEN A BROKEN HEART FINDS ITS OWN TRUTH — ALAN JACKSON’S QUIET LESSON IN WHAT REALLY MATTERS The auditorium had…