The King Is Gone

Today in 1977, Elvis Presley was found laying lifeless inside his Graceland mansion in Memphis, Tennessee. Shortly after he was pronounced dead and as the word spread throughout the nation people began flocking to the gates of Graceland. 

People were in shock that someone so full of life could be taken from the world. His fans, friends, family and staff didn't know what to do with themselves. They stood in shock and awe as the funeral captivated the world. His songs and albums flooded the airways and his record sales skyrocketed once again. 

But when the last of the limo's were gone and the fans had paid their respects at Graceland, the city, the fans and family still had that empty feeling. Knowing that the King of Rock n' Roll was gone forever. Someone who would give the shirt of their back to a complete stranger. Someone who loved to goof around and have fun. Someone who loved life. 

Elvis you are still missed. January 8, 1935- August 16, 1977.

Waw Wa Waw

Debbie Downer is rearing her ugly head. 

The past few days it feels like all I've heard about, thought about and talked about is death, life insurance and POA. Can we say depressing? I hate talking about stuff like this. I hate to even think about it. I would much rather always have the person around than the money. What good's the money if you don't have the people/person you care about with you. 

I refuse to think about it. When I get told where policies and forms are to find, I can feel my eyes glaze over and my head nodding. Granted, I change the subject as fast as possible. I just can't even think about it. HATE it.