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Love

I cannot remember a day without you, a day when your smile did not come in to my view,
a day when your eyes did not shine through.

No, I cannot imagine a day without you.

I cannot remember laughing without thinking of you, when your uproarious laughter was ever
more-true, when your contagious hilarity did not lift my blues.

No, I cannot imagine laughing without you.

I cannot remember a day without singing with you, when our heavenly father did not
sing with us to.

No, I cannot imagine… Continue

The evening of August fifteenth, nineteen seventy-seven, was like most summer nights, in the south, moist and hot. The kind of night when a single inhaled breath pos-sessed a soft, damp feeling, both pleasant and uncomfortable. I imagine it to have been a night of opposition. While excitement brewed in the heavens, grief lingered, mixing in the breeze. Come morning, a storm of tears would blow across the earth.
Elvis Presley spent his last night, unaware of his destiny. Instead, he played a late… Continue

Tick, Tick, Tick

Tick, tick, tick went the clock on Elvis Presley Blvd. Like a court jester, it taunted me. My eyes narrowed as I turned yet another corner, in a long line, filled with Elvis fans from around the world. Together we had gathered and together we stood. Not just to remember the thirty years of Elvis’ passing but to celebrate the forty two years we were blessed to have him with us.
Ten o’clock the time tower broadcasted out into a steamy August night. The unrelenting ninety seven de… Continue