From Here to the Great Unknown

by Lisa Marie Presley

Some people full-on live in destruction, others buy some real estate and walk around in anger for a little while.

Sometimes I’d walk into my mom’s bedroom and find her sitting on the floor

alone, drunk, listening to her father’s music, crying.

Whenever I would hear Elvis’s voice, I would feel my mother’s anguish. Feel the loss of him.

I fell in love with being a mom. I realized I had been called to care for something else.