From Here to the Great Unknown

by Lisa Marie Presley

It’s as though all the life that was lived in that house—all the laughter, the tears, the music, the heartbreak, the love—is still being lived over and over, down the staircase, in the walls. I feel my ancestors there.

She often told me that the issue with her father, and with Michael Jackson, was that everyone around them always just said yes—but of course she didn’t see the issue the same way when she was doing it herself.

Grief settles. It’s not something you overcome. It’s something that you live with. You adapt to it. Nothing about you is who you were. Nothing about how or what I used to think is important.