In honor of Elvis Aaron Presley, I fondly remember a very special moment and a very sweet woman who was battling cancer. She played his songs every morning. My last memory of her before she passed away, was the screen door made a sweet sound as I went outside to find her. It was a sunny morning, sweet tea was ready, and Kentucky Rain was gently playing.
I was about 7 years old, 1975, a couple of years before Elvis Presley’s death. We lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and the snow cone man had just come around. He had become a friend of our family.
We would all stand outside and my parents and him would laugh and talk and he would spoil us with extra snow cone flavors as we ran by. This man was not only an amazing snow cone man to us kids, but he had an amazing voice. He could sing and sound a lot like Elvis Presley.
One night, he stopped and I remember my mom asking if he would sing to her dear friend who was the “Hugest Fan of Elvis Presley”! She was very sick with cancer, it was her birthday.
Shag carpet of gold. Striped couch of green and brown. Yellow wall phone with a long cord. This man stood in our kitchen and sang song after song to this kind woman.
“Thank you, thank you very much, ma’am, he would say, then he would laugh like him. He was ever kind like Elvis would be.
In my mind, then and now, I knew this is what Elvis Presley himself would do. If he had driven by, he would have stopped and enjoyed a snow cone with all of us. He would have walked right in to our home and sang song after song to her. Like this man, he would end the call with the happy birthday song and say “good night, sweet dreams ma’am.”
They are both in heaven now. She is enjoying song after song, his laughter and kindness.