When Gladys Presley was laid to rest, the church filled with the sound of gospel hymns she had loved all her life. The Blackwood Brothers sang softly, but their voices could not hold back the storm breaking inside Elvis. He cried without restraint, his body shaking as though something essential had been torn from him. This was not only the loss of a mother. It was the loss of safety itself. Gladys had been his refuge since childhood, the one person who knew him before the world did, who believed in him when belief was all they had. With her gone, the ground beneath him gave way.
When Gladys Presley was laid to rest, the church filled with the sound of gospel hymns she had loved all her life. The Blackwood Brothers sang softly, but their voices…