I remember the day he died. I was sitting in the living room, I might have just gotten home from School. The special report came on the air and they said that Elvis was dead. My Mom was in the bathroom, putting on makeup, and she yelled down the hall, "What did they just say?" I yelled back to her that they had said that Elvis was dead. She didn't say anything else. I walked down the hall a few minutes later and my Mom was standing over the sink crying. I didn't understand it, at the time, but later I realized that a big part of her youth was gone and that that was the reason she was crying.
I remember it like it was yesterday.