On August 16, 1977 we lost a great talent. I was always fascinated by Elvis. I, of course, am not saying I have velvet Elvis pictures, but he has always had a special place in my life. My daddy brought me a pencil holder with a picture of Elvis on it when I was around 6. He had heard he was a new popular singer. As the years marched on my husband and I were based at Ft. Hood, in Killeen, Texas where Elvis had been based a few years before. We went outside the house he had rented while he was there. I used to dream I was married to him. Now that's a hoot!
The year before he died he was coming to our local auditorium for a concert. The tickets were going on sale starting Saturday morning. My husband came home from work Friday and that night the factory he was managing burned to the ground. I knew I shouldn't be going to a concert with my husband losing his job. So I didn't. That would have been my last opportunity to see him. I suppose it wasn't meant to be.
I pray he was at peace with the Lord. I feel his death had such a tremendously sad impact on Lisa. I lost my daddy as a little girl and I know you always wonder what your life could have been like if he would have lived.
When I was at a conference with my job in the mid-90's I met the man that embalmed Elvis. All the crazy stories about people thinking they have seen him all over the country in K-marts and various places was just their imagination.
May Elvis rest in peace!