I remember the day like it was yesterday.
August 16, 1977.
The day the King of Rock and Roll died.
I was four years old.
I know what you are thinking. How in the world does a four year old remember that? How in the world does a 41 year old have memories so far back?
I remember the exact place I was. I was in my dad’s truck with both of my parents and Godparents. Traveling through Colorado on vacation. And it happened.
It came on the radio.
The King was dead.
My dad shaking his head in disbelief. My mom and Godmother crying.
I will never forget that day.
I will never forget him.
A year later my parents took me with them to Graceland. To pay our respects.
I will never forget that.
An incredibly talented man who through books, albums, and videos, I grew to love him like he was still here. From the numerous silly movies to the 68 Comeback Special and Aloha from Hawaii, he became a heartthrob to me when kids my age swooned over the current artists on the radio.
To this day I listen to him everyday.
What I wouldn’t give to meet that man…..
This post is part of ChicagoNow’s monthly Blogapalooza. We are given an hour to write on a specific topic. Tonight’s topic is “Write about a person, or persons, you never met whose death had an impact on you. Can be a writer, a celebrity, a politician, a regular person in an extraordinary situation, (Trayvon Martin, for example), an event (Sept. 11, for example) or even somebody who died before you were born.”
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