Elvis and Me

by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley

Over the years he became my father, husband, and very nearly God.

“There she is!” he shouted, throwing down his cue stick. “There’s Priscilla!”

I was bound for the place that I had often dreamed about but never let myself believe that I would actually see—Graceland.

little, “yittle.”

“The flame’s burning on low. Someone had better come home and start the fire.”

I knew that it was essential that Lisa gain some perspective, but try to explain that to Elvis Presley.

He was a man, a very special man.