He never met her… but she wore his song around her neck every single day — Jelly Roll breaks down at 9-year-old Janie Hunt’s funeral as grandma’s final whisper brings him to his knees Before Texas rain turned Camp Mystic into a river of heartbreak, little Janie Hunt never went a day without Jelly Roll’s voice wrapped around her heart — a tiny beaded necklace from her grandma that spelled out her name like a prayer. She called it her “secret shield,” clutching it tight when the storms came. When the flood took her, it was that necklace that brought her home. When Jelly Roll learned his songs carried this brave, big-hearted girl through the thunder, he came quiet — no spotlight, no fanfare — just a man standing at her casket, singing “Save Me” one last time for the child who believed his voice could keep her safe. When the final note fell, her grandma took his hand and whispered: “She’s safe now — because you brought her home.” Witnesses say Jelly Roll sank to his knees, tears falling as Janie’s favorite melody echoed through the chapel like she was singing it right back to him

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He never knew her name — but his song found her in the flood — Jelly Roll stands weeping at little Janie Hunt’s funeral, singing “Save Me” as her grandma’s final words shatter his heart

Before the rain swallowed Camp Mystic, 9-year-old Janie Hunt spent every sunset humming Jelly Roll’s voice into the Texas dusk. She was the camper who wiped away other kids’ tears when the thunder started, the girl who scribbled hearts on every letter home. Her grandma, Margaret Hunt, says Janie’s favorite thing was the tiny beaded necklace that spelled her name — the same necklace that led rescuers to her after the floods ripped through the campgrounds and silenced 27 lives.

When word reached Jelly Roll about the child who found courage in his songs, the man whose gravel voice speaks to the broken drove through the night and slipped into the church where Janie lay in a white dress her mama picked out. He stood before her tiny casket and whispered: “This is for you, baby girl.” And as his raw voice poured out “Save Me” over rows of tear-soaked mourners, Janie’s grandma rose and took his hand.

With the last note still hanging in the air, Margaret leaned close and said the words that cracked him open: “She believed your song could keep her safe. Now you’ve brought her home.”

Witnesses say Jelly Roll wept so hard he couldn’t stand. Neighbors swear they heard Janie’s favorite melody echo through the chapel walls — as if, for one last time, the little girl who loved everybody was singing it right back.