Life Keeps Moving
As I mentioned in my previous post, Been Gone For Too Long, there has been a lot of change in my life in the last two years. Have you ever went to bed one day and felt as if you finally had things the way you wanted, and then you wake up and your whole world is upside down? Well, that happened to me. My world was torn apart and I wasn’t sure what that meant for my career as an Elvis Tribute Artist (ETA).
Where It Began
If you’ve ever heard me talk about my story, you’ve heard me talk about my Grandma Linda. I can’t remember a time in my life when Elvis wasn’t involved. Grandma would play his CDs for me and taught me how to shake my legs like Elvis. My favorite memories are when she’d take me to a local donut shop and they would play Elvis on their stereo. They always offered me free donut holes if I would dance like Elvis for the other customers. That always made Grandma Linda light up. I think somehow she knew would I would one day become.
Years went by and our bond grew with our roots being planted in Elvis. We would sit around and listen to his music, watch his movies and concerts, and just talk about Elvis. I even began to call her Satnin, a nick name that Elvis had for his mother. The bond he had with his mother was exactly the same as the bond I had with Grandma Linda.
(Miss Cellania – http://bit.ly/2diaLf8)
She encouraged me to use my acting and singing skills to pay tribute to Elvis. I decided to try it and the rest took off like wild fire. Grandma Linda was my best friend, I loved her so dearly.That’s what made saying goodbye so hard.
There Goes My Everything
Our family all knew her death would be coming soon, but I don’t think a single one of us were prepared for it. When her health really started to decline I had just gotten out of a relationship and felt pretty broken. At the same time, a girl who was my best friend for about five or six years had made her way back into my life and I knew something beautiful would blossom from that. So my emotions were all over the place, and now I was fixing to lose the woman who meant so much to me.
The minutes ticked by faster than they ever had before. I guess when you the see the hour glass running out, the sand seems to fall faster. Her breaths become shorter. You could see her heart working so hard to sustain life its vessel. I braced for the impact. Then it happened.
With her family surrounding her, she took her final breath. There was a stillness in the room… then the faint weeping. My mother kissed her on the forehead and told her mother goodbye. My best friend, my Grandma, my Satnin was gone.
I can level a little bit with how Elvis and his Father must have felt when his Mother passed. I know now what it’s like to wake up and have your life changed forever. I know how it must have felt for him. How do you continue doing what you love when the reason for it is gone?
(Stacey Regeline – Vintage Portraits – http://bit.ly/2dSVP6b)
Linda On My Mind
I can’t speak for Elvis; I can only speak for myself. I knew life was going to keep moving, so I had to do the same. I had to sing, even when I wanted to cry. I had to dance, when all I wanted to do was break down. I had to entertain, even though part of me had died. Now I do it all for her. Every leap of faith, every song, every time I shake my legs and people go wild… it’s all for her. It’s all for my Satnin.
(Me and Grandma Linda – 2014 Branson Elvis Festival. A dream come true for both of us.)