It's Not Easy Being Elvis's Daughter *Lost Blog, Reposted*Please Re-read*

**Last night I couldn't log on for hours so I gave up. This morning I find, along with others, that I don't have the guestbook entries my email said I do, or the one PM.  And, this blog was also gone.  If you commented yesterday?  Can you again?  Rarely do I hope for comments of comfort, and or/insight, and *poof* the blog disappears.  I did not save what I wrote at the bottom yesterday because that share was spontaneous...about my dad's two accidents in only two weeks.  Since it was "spontaneous," and a sad moment of the minute...I won't even attempt to "go there" again...I don't like the way it feels to picture him that way.  Thanks for listening and reposting if you have the time.***

Okay, maybe I’m just assuming, but I would think, if he were still alive today, it wouldn’t be easy being Elvis’s daughter. I am sure it wasn’t easy for anyone who truly cared about him, though “back in the day” I stood in judgment of those in his closest circle. When the pictures of his last concert surfaced, I was shocked that those who “supposedly” loved him, “let” him get that way. He was very heavy and bloated. His face said “illness and unhealthy” all over it. Again, it angered me that “they let it” happen. I know very differently now.

Sometimes I wonder how many people sit in judgment of me and others in my dad’s “close circle” not knowing that we are only as close as he lets us be. I wonder how many look at him and think, “How could his kids let him get that bad” not realizing that his “kids” all of their lives have had no power whatsoever over the choices he has made. No amount of love, worry, compassion or tolerance has been able to get through. It seems, that at a very young age, he decided he was not worthy of anyone’s love, but especially his own.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have spent many nights worrying about the “phone call” that rings late at night, to notify us that he is dead. No matter how much I prayed, wished, fantasized or loved him, he has never loved himself enough to know of his value…and it hurts.

It is not, and never has been your place to teach him of his value. It has never been your “job” to put him on what would seem, “the right path.”

His path is and always has been his own. His soul has always known what is it doing and where it is going. Though it may not look to you or others on the outside, he is doing exactly what he came here to do…and that is to teach.

I know what you’re going to say, and I am already crying, because it hurts anyway.

Go ahead and let the tears flow, but still listen as you do.

Many times a “lost soul” is a most enlightened soul; a soul that has agreed to use a lifetime to give back. Though it is very easy to miss, if one is not perceptive enough, this supposed “lost soul” came baring many gifts.

There are those who wanted to learn the lesson of Tolerance. There are those who wanted to learn the lesson of Courage. This Enlightened Soul brings those Gifts, along with many others. For you the lesson has been one in Letting Go. In knowing that while Love truly “is all there is,” that there are times one must Let Go knowing that Love truly is alive and well in this relationship.

Some think that because Love Is All There Is, that it means, Love will change things in the ways that one “believes” they should be changed. “If one is Loving enough, why are things still the same” you would ask.

It is not that things are the same, or that your Love has no power to change things, but you are looking in the wrong places for this change. Do not look outside for the change, but instead within. You cannot change others or their choices by Loving them, but instead can change your perception of them and of their choices. THAT is when you can begin to see Love at work.

Your father, and those who have chosen to “look as if” they have done nothing but waste away in one way or another, at a deep soul level, know of your Love, but have chosen to wear the “disguise” of the “disease” in order to bear the gifts you have asked for this lifetime.

Know that as painful and worrisome as it may be at times to sit back feeling powerless, that you may very well have asked for the lesson that lies within not being able to penetrate one’s self-made “shell.” Know that once you can accept that there truly is nothing you have, can say, or can offer, is the moment where you are back to “square one.” “Love is all there is” and it can penetrate any barrier put in its way. Sometimes the lesson is for you to believe in your Power to do so much while doing nothing; for Love can be a verb, but sometimes is nothing but a noun…and it just Is.