From Here to the Great Unknown

by Lisa Marie Presley

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.”

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

We’re told not to cry from the moment we’re born. We spend much of our lives trying to disassociate. When we feel something bad we try to make ourselves feel better, because we are afraid of it.