Luckily Memphis experienced a freak ice storm and they closed the airport, and that was my excuse, when I called my boss, why I couldn’t make it back to Rhode Island as originally scheduled.
That night we were all sitting around in the living room when Elvis told Lisa it was time for her to go to bed.
“Oh, Daddy, I don’t want to go to bed yet. Can’t I just stay up a little more? Please?”
“No, sweet darlin’,” he said, “I promised your mother I’d get you to bed at a decent hour. You don’t want me getting in trouble with her, do you?”
“No, I guess not,” she slowly said. “But can you sing me a song before I go to bed?”
“Okay, honey,” Elvis answered. “Should we let Jeanne watch us say our prayers first?”
“Yessss,” she squealed in delight, and then, looking at me, she said, “Come on, let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”
She ran over and grabbed my hand and the two of us, along with Elvis and Linda, headed up to her bedroom. She was already in her cute little pajamas, and she and Elvis got down on their knees by the side of the bed. I would have given everything I owned to have had my camera then, but I didn’t. That was one of the most precious sights I’ve ever seen in my life. There were the two of them saying a little prayer together, one they’d obviously said a million times before. It looked like a Norman Rockwell painting with the two of them against the bed and the dim light of a single lamp bathing them in soft light.
Linda and I stood by the doorway, letting the two of them have their special moment together. Then Elvis helped Lisa up into her bed and tucked her it. Before leaving, he honored his promise to sing her a song. I don’t remember what song it was, but I’m pretty sure it was a lullaby. I recall being completely enthralled at the sight unfolding before me as Elvis Presley sang his daughter a song in her bedroom at Graceland that night. And I was fortunate enough to be standing watching. Not too many people can say they did that. Lisa was the most adorable little girl, and I felt grateful being a part of it.
—A story of Elvis and Lisa, written by Jeanne LeMay Dumas in “Elvis, Linda and Me” (via chloebeaulieu)