Willie Nelson, 91, continues to cancel tour dates citing unknown illness

Another tour date has been canceled by Willie Nelson, and there is no planned return date.

Hours before Nelson was set to take the stage in Virginia Beach on Wednesday, a message was posted on his social media accounts alerting followers that the 91-year-old singer would not be making the trip as planned.

Only a few days had passed since Nelson postponed his tour’s Georgia opener due to “not feeling well.”

The first piece of bad news arrived on June 21, when Nelson had to postpone his Outlaw Music Festival Tour’s first show.

A social media message read, “We regret to inform you that Willie Nelson is not feeling well and has been advised to rest for the next four days per doctor’s orders.” “Next week, he is anticipated to resume his Outlaw Music Festival tour following a speedy recovery.”

Nelson did, however, announce yet another cancellation less than a week later.

“There will be no Willie Nelson performance at the Virginia Beach event tonight. We anticipate Willie joining the tour again soon.

Bob Dylan, Robert Plant, Alison Krauss, and Celisse were all planned to perform, despite Nelson’s inability to do so. In addition to playing some of Nelson’s greatest hits, Lukas Nelson, the son of the late great, was scheduled to perform a solo set.

Nelson’s website still lists his next tour date as June 28 in Syracuse, New York as of June 27, but it’s unknown if Nelson will be able to make it due to an undetermined return date.

We hope Willie Nelson gets well quickly, whatever it is that is preventing him from performing.

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I Wanted to Teach My Husband a Lesson for Cheating on Me, but Life Punished Me Instead

Bethany’s perfect life shatters when she discovers a love note hidden in her husband’s jacket, hinting at his infidelity. Devastated and consumed by betrayal, she spirals into a quest for revenge that may destroy the very family she cherishes.

My name is Bethany, and I had everything a woman could ask for: a devoted husband, Noah, and two wonderful kids, Darcy and Jake. Every morning, I’d wake up feeling blessed, thinking, “This is it. I’ve made it.”

Until one mistake destroyed everything.

It was a Friday afternoon, and I was doing one of those deep cleans where you end up finding all sorts of forgotten treasures and junk. I was sorting through Noah’s jackets, wondering how one man could need so many, when I felt something crinkle in the pocket.

Curious, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, thinking it was an old receipt or a shopping list.

I unfolded the note, and my heart stopped. The words blurred as my mind tried to make sense of them.

“I will never forget Friday night. You were the best! I love you! I hope you will still divorce her and we will have the children we dream of!”

My hands shook. My first thought was denial. No, this couldn’t be true. Noah had said he was working late that Friday. He even brought home a project he was supposedly working on.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I sat down, clutching the note, my mind racing.

For days, I was a mess. My perfect life began to crumble. I couldn’t look at Noah without seeing those words, imagining him with someone else. The betrayal cut deeper than I ever thought possible.

I became distant, preoccupied. Noah noticed, of course, but every time he asked if something was wrong, I brushed him off with a weak smile and a “just tired, that’s all.”

Darcy and Jake sensed the tension too.

Darcy would ask, “Mommy, are you okay?” And I’d plaster on a smile, trying to reassure her. But the cracks were showing, and everyone around me started to notice.

Friends invited me out, sensing I needed a break, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. I was drowning in a sea of confusion and hurt.

So, I did something I’d never done before. I went to a bar alone. The dim lights and low hum of conversation felt like a cocoon where I could hide from my reality. I ordered a drink. Then another. And another.

“Is this seat taken?” a smooth voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up to see a charming stranger with a warm smile. His name was Mark, and he had this easy confidence about him.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how it got there! Is this why you’ve been so distant lately? Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Because you would’ve denied it, just like you’re doing now!” I shot back.

Noah flinched. He looked at me, his eyes filled with so much pain, but then his expression hardened.

“So, this is your solution?” he gestured to Mark. “Instead of talking to me, you go out and hook up with the first Casanova you find?”

In the silence of our empty home, I reflected on everything that had happened. Trust and communication, I realized, were the foundations of any relationship. Without them, everything crumbles.

I sat down and wrote a letter to Noah, pouring my heart out. I apologized, begged for forgiveness, and promised to do better. I told him I loved him and that I understood if he needed time. But I hoped, someday, he could forgive me.

In seeking revenge, I had only punished myself the most. It was time to start making things right.

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