Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I was checking notifications as I waited for a response to the email and read Sally’s round-up. I thought twice… and then again… before playing the video, knowing there was little likelihood of getting through it dry eyed. I was right about that. Elvis is not everyone’s cup of tea, and he’d never really been mine, but the man I loved, loved his music and I learned to see a little deeper than the commercial machinery as my partner said in music the words he could not articulate.

I glanced at the time and registered the date. I should have known… I have never pinned much importance to precise dates. The events themselves are what stay in heart and mind. But yes, sixteen years ago, I closed his eyes for the last time.

We had played Elvis at his funeral… the song he had said was ‘mine’ and another…