I knew Elvis wished we had more time to spend here with Lisa. His home here was as beautiful as Graceland. Though, I would say Graceland was my favorite place. I guess I was just more used to things there then I was here.
In the morning Cilla came by to get Lisa. Lisa tearfully clung to Elvis side before heading off with her mother. When we all shared a pancake breakfast together out on the patio deck, she hugged me. I was grateful to have sometime to get to know Elvis family.
Lisa was a beautiful little girl. I could see alot of Elvis in that girl. Her smile to her doe like eyes. She was going to follow in his footsteps when she was able. She admired everything about the man. For her he could walk on the moon.
I sigh as I pack up. Getting ready to fly back home on the Lisa Marie plane
