I must have been around twenty years old this particular year, and I watched as an older fan, one clearly from Elvis’s generation, hugged my mom. That fan was there every year, so I recognized her, but this time I was really watching their interaction; I became keenly aware of my mom’s body language in a different way, I guess because I was older. And the way that my mom surrendered to this woman’s arms broke my heart. In that moment I saw so clearly that she was searching for a parent.
