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My Way

{1976}

Over the next couple of months Elvis took it easy like the doctor said. He didn't do any tours, he just relaxed.

On September 10, Elvis decided to start touring. He started in Boise Idaho. He did 2 shows in each city & state.

After the first show, Elvis and I were sitting in our hotel room...

"Honey, are you ready to make love?" he asked

"Elvis are you sure you're ready? This will be the first time since the doctor told you to take it easy"

"Baby I need it, I'm ready" he smiled

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A few days before Christmas, Elvis got really really sick and I don't care what he said, he was not able to go anywhere. He got really dizzy and stumbled every time he walked.

I went to Elvis' office to call my mom...

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, I have some bad news"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid Elvis and I are not going to be able to come down for Christmas. He is in really really bad shape, but I am going to send you the presents so you can give them to everyone."

"That's okay honey, we understand tell him we hope he gets better" she said

Over Christmas Elvis and I mostly laid in bed and watched tv. These last couple of years that's all we could do. He laid his head on my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead. All of my family called and wished us a Merry Christmas.

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{1977}

On August 12, Elvis was walking into the bathroom and fell, hitting his head in the dresser.

"Owww... Jenna!!" he cried

"Elvis what happened? Are you okay?" I worried

"I fell and hit my damn head on the dresser"

I helped him get up and get to the bathroom then back to bed. The next day he complained of a really bad headache.

On August 15, Elvis was in really bad shape, he couldn't get out of bed he couldn't even hold his head up. We laid in bed as he snuggled up to me.

"Jenna, baby I don't think I'm gonna live much longer" he stuttered

"What makes you say that honey?"

"I... I just have this feeling" he said with tears rolling down his face

All I could do was just look at him, I didn't know what to say.

"Baby if I die soon, always remember that I love you with all my heart, you are my world and I will be protecting you from any harm"

We both had tears rolling down our faces. Elvis asked if we could make-out so we did, for almost 45 minutes. He laid on his back while I leaned over him.

The next day Elvis and I were sitting together on our bed listening to the rain. I was holding him in my arms because he had a very bad phobia of storms. He closed his eyes to take a nap when a big streak of lightning touched down and it thundered loudly. Elvis jumped and opened his eyes...

"It's okay baby, it was just thunder" I said comforting him and he went back to sleep

A few minutes later Elvis opened his eyes and brought his hand up to cup my neck

"I love you baby, don't ever forget" he said kissing my lips

Then he sank back into my arms and stopped breathing 😢 I knew he was gone but now he wouldn't have to suffer.

I couldn't move because his body was still in my arms so I calmly & carefully reached over and got the phone then I called downstairs

"Hello?"

"Joe, I need you and Jerry to come upstairs" I said calmly with a crack in my voice

"What's wrong?" Joe asked

"Joe... Elvis is dead!" I cried, I couldn't hold it in any longer

As soon as I hung up the phone Joe, Jerry and Vernon came running upstairs. When they walked in and seen me still holding Elvis, they all froze.

"My son!!" Vernon cried as he grabbed Elvis' hand

About 18 minutes later the funeral home came and took Elvis' body. A couple days later we had the funeral at Graceland. The casket was on a table between the music room and the living room.

Before everyone came, I wanted some alone time with Elvis. I had on a black dress with black heels and a little black vail over my face as I stood over him.

"Elvis I know you told me to be sting and not cry but I miss you so much. You were my love and you always will be" I whispered rubbing his face like he always wanted me to do.

Joe walked in and stood beside me with his arm over my shoulder

"Don't worry E, I'll take care of her" he laughed trying to lighten the mood

"Joe... when Elvis was in the hospital he told me something" I said looking down at the casket

"What did he tell you?" Joe asked

"He told me that when he died, he wanted to die in my arms... and he did"

"Well honey... at least he got his wish" Joe smiled

After the funeral was the burial. Before they closed Elvis' casket, I reached in and touched his lips

"Goodbye my love, we will meet again someday" I whispered as I leaned down and kissed his forehead for the last time!

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