Elvis Presley died forty-three years ago today.
He died on August 16, 1977 and he was born on January 8, 1935.
I bought one of his albums in 1978 when I was about to turn seven years old.
I bought the album at the Family Dollar for $2. I only had $1 and Mom loaned me another $1 to be able to buy it.
As I listened to his album, I remember thinking that it had just been one year since he died.
During the late 80s, I remember multiple people who claimed that Elvis was still alive.
I was hoping they were right. I was hoping that he had faked his death. It would've given me a lot of pleasure if he had still been alive.
I now realize that he did indeed die in 1977.
People love to make up stories. I read that he had a closed casket ceremony.
The article said that nobody actually saw his corpse and that it could've been a casket full of rocks that was buried instead of Elvis's corpse.
But about two months later, I was reading a magazine and I saw a picture of him in his casket. He didn't have a closed casket ceremony.
I bought one of his albums on cassette in 1990. I remember thinking that he had been dead thirteen years. Now it's been forty-three years. Time sure does fly.
Elvis was enormously talented and he is missed. Rest in Peace, Elvis.