Celine Dion Brings Her Children to René Angélil’s Grave and Sings “All The Way” in a Tearful Tribute on the 10th Anniversary of His Death
On the morning of January 14, 2025 — exactly ten years since the passing of her beloved husband René Angélil — Celine Dion returned to the resting place of the man who had been her love, mentor, and anchor through decades of fame and adversity. But this wasn’t a public concert. There were no flashing lights, no cameras rolling, no orchestra waiting behind her. It was something far more intimate — a moment shared between a mother, her children, and the man they still call “Papa.”
Wearing a soft gray wool coat and with her hair neatly tied back, Celine arrived quietly at the Côte-des-Neiges Cemetery in Montréal with her three sons: René-Charles, and twins Nelson and Eddy. Together, they walked hand in hand to the marble gravestone blanketed with white roses and flickering candles. The winter morning air was crisp, the ground still damp from the early frost, and the silence carried a weight that only grief can create.
Then, standing before René’s grave, Celine placed her hand gently on the carved inscription and, with no microphone or accompaniment, began to sing. Her voice — as pure and emotive as ever — carried through the cold air: “All The Way,” the love song René had whispered to her the night before their wedding. The lyrics seemed to echo across time.
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“Who knows where the road will lead us… only a fool would say…”
Her voice faltered near the end, and a tear slid down her cheek. At that moment, René-Charles stepped closer and placed a hand on his mother’s shoulder, while his younger brothers wrapped their arms around her from either side. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. In that quiet embrace, ten years of grief and love came together — not in sorrow, but in solemn remembrance.
A small gathering of family and close friends stood at a respectful distance, many with heads bowed and hands clasped. One relative later shared, “She didn’t want a grand ceremony. She wanted it to be honest. A promise to keep his memory alive — through music, and through love.”
It wasn’t a performance. It was a vow.
A vow that, even a decade later, love — real love — doesn’t end.
It just learns to sing without an audience.
