Posted by: Judy | August 20, 2019

Remembering Elvis

Forty-two years ago, this week, Elvis Presley passed away. I listened to Eric Metaxas interview Wink Martindale. Wink had Elvis on the radio the first time his record was played and remained friends with him through the years. It brought back memories of my own.

My mother took me to the last concert Elvis gave in the Phoenix area, five months before he passed away. It was fun. Sadly, that memory is tainted by the adult knowledge of a child. I knew my mother needed friends, women to hang out with, lean on, talk to on her level with similar problems. She had a few women she called friends, but her need to control others kept them from spending much time together.

My mother and I had a few “fun” memories. Her taking me someplace and me being aware that she needed friends of her own. We didn’t really have conversations. They always ended up being a lecture about what I could do to improve.

Mostly, I felt sorry for her. Everything she wanted was within her grasp, but she couldn’t resist pointing out how it could be improved. Nothing was quite good enough. She’d say it was perfect, and then explain how it could be a little bit better. Sadder, if you did that little bit more, she’d find something else that could improved, just a little bit more.

I confess that I sometimes worry about being like her. I catch myself thinking about how something could be a little bit better. The fear of traveling the same path has often left me frozen in indecision, afraid of making another mistake I’d regret. Self-awareness is a must. I’m learning and working to be obedient to God’s commandments and direction.

To end on a cheerier note, more about Elvis Presley: I was a fan girl. I still enjoy taking in one of his old movies on one of the movie channels. Some of his ballads still make me cry. Some of his rock still makes me want to dance. Funnily enough, I recently discovered his Gospel music and enjoy it.

The little white spot is the moon.

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