
Priscilla Presley remembers her daughter Lisa Marie Presleyon the second anniversary of her death.
“I miss you more than words can say. I wish I could hug you, talk to you, see your smile just one more time,” Priscilla, 79, shared next to a photo of Lisa Marie via Instagram on Sunday, January 12. “I wish you could see how much you are still loved, how deeply missed by all of us who carry you in our hearts. -Mom”
Lisa Marie died of a heart attack in January 2023 She was 53. She was laid to rest beside her son, Benjaminwho committed suicide in 2020, at her father Elvis PresleyGraceland Mansion in Memphis, Tennessee. Elvis is also buried there.
Daughter of Lisa Marie, actress Riley Keoughalso took time to remember his mother on Sunday. Sharing a photo of a young Lisa Marie with her teenage daughters Finley and Harper, 16, she wrote: “2 years ❤️Always love you.” Above another photo, she wrote: “Can’t believe it’s been 2 years. I miss you so much and I love you, Mom.”
Last year, Keough graduated, also posthumously released the memoir Lisa Marie was working before her death. From here to the great unknown was published in October 2024.
Keou, 35, shared details of the last decade of her mother’s life in the book.
“In the years before she died, my mother, Lisa Marie Presley, began writing her memoirs. Although she tried different approaches and sat for many book interviews, she couldn’t figure out how to write for herself,” Keough writes in the book’s introduction. “She didn’t find herself interesting, although of course she was. She didn’t like to talk about herself. She was unsure.
Keough added: “She wasn’t sure what her value was to society, other than being Elvis’ daughter. She was so consumed with self-criticism that work on her book became incredibly difficult. I don’t think she fundamentally understood how or why her story needed to be told.”
According to Daisy Jones and Cx actress, Presley still had a “burning desire” to share her story.
“After being extremely disappointed, she said to me, ‘Pookie, I don’t know how to write my book anymore.’ Can you write it with me?’” Keough recalled. “Of course I can,” I said.
She continued: “The last 10 years of her life were so brutally difficult that she was only able to look back on everything through that lens. She felt that I could have a more holistic view of her life than she did. So I agreed to help her with it without thinking much of the commitment, figuring we’d write it together in time. A month later she died.”