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  • Thirty-five years ago we lost the game-changer.

    He sang what he wanted to sing. He moved like he wanted to move. He was what he wanted to be. He liked who he liked - regardless of race or religion.

    He was a good Southern boy. He was a good son. He was generous. He was funny.

    His impact on the world has only grown in the past thirty-five years and lives on and on and on.

    He was my first love. I adored him! I wanted to grow up and marry him. I listened to his albums over and over. I made my sister put on shows to his music for our parents.

    I remember when he died. I was 8 years old. He was 42.

    I did not go down to the candlelight vigil to commemorate his passing thirty-five years ago. I don't go to the house or participate in any of the activities. It's too public and too much "en masse". I visit when the crowds are lighter. I want to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. Not be part of a massive public spectacle. He was MY love. And that's the way I want it to always be.

    Photo: Gladys & Vernon Presley with Elvis in 1937. I don't know where I found the photo and there is no metadata available. I assume it is the property of Elvis Presley Enterprises.
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