From Here to the Great Unknown

by Lisa Marie Presley

He was respectful, though—he wasn’t rude to people, he wasn’t an angry person, he didn’t live there. Some people full-on live in destruction, others buy some real estate and walk around in anger for a little while. My dad would just visit.

That afternoon, once they took him away—and this is something I’ve been upset about my whole life—it turned into a free-for-all. Everybody went to town. Everything was swiped, wiped clean—jewelry, artifacts, personal items—before he was even pronounced dead.

I was so busy looking at everyone else’s grief that I couldn’t actually have mine yet. I was trying to grieve my dad, but at the same time, I understood he was “Elvis Presley.” I understood his persona and that being Elvis was what he loved doing the most.

Something in her heart had never left Graceland, hadn’t emotionally developed past when her father died.