Yesterday I did something I hadn’t done in quite a while. I went to the movies. It was the first time I had stepped inside a theater since my wife Patty passed away last year. I had been wanting to see the new Elvis movie Epic, directed by Australian filmmaker Baz Luhrmann, who also directed the earlier Elvis film that received such high praise and rave reviews. So I decided it was time to get out of the house and go. The theater I went to was the Regal Bowling Green in Bowling Green, Ky., the one off Industrial Drive on Great Escape Court, not the one out at Greenwood Mall. That place carries a lot of memories for me. Patty and I went there many times over the years, even while she was battling Parkinson’s. She still enjoyed getting out when she could, and going to the movies together was something we held on to as long as possible. The last movie we tried to see together was Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. Unfortunately, Patty started having some medical issues during the film, and we had to leave before it was over. That was the last time we sat in a theater together. Walking back into that same building yesterday brought back a flood of memories. That theater has been there since the early 2000s, and my son Tony even worked there when he was younger. It was his first job. He used to walk to work from the house because it was so close. As for the Elvis movie itself, from what I saw of it, it was very well done. There was some powerful concert footage from Elvis’s Las Vegas years, and it really captured the energy of those performances. Elvis, of course, is still known as the King of Rock and Roll, and that legacy hasn’t faded a bit. But partway through the movie, something unexpected happened. Sitting there in that same theater where Patty and I had spent so many afternoon movie matinees together though the years, the emotions started to hit me. The memories came rushing back, and I began feeling overwhelmed — missing her, feeling a little anxious, and just dealing with that strange mix of grief and nostalgia that widowers know all too well. So I ended up leaving before the movie finished. Still, I’m glad I went. It felt like a step forward in some ways, even if it was a hard one. Being from Memphis originally, Elvis has always been part of the cultural backdrop of life for me. I’ve visited Graceland, and I even have a small connection to Elvis through his longtime physician, George C. Nichopoulos, who people often called “Dr. Nick.” My father saw him as a doctor, and I once visited him myself for a medical issue years ago. I’ve also seen Elvis’s massive exhibit at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. It’s one of the biggest displays there, and it reminds you just how much influence he had on music and culture. Even decades later, he still holds that throne as the King. So yes, I do recommend seeing the movie. Go with your spouse, your girlfriend, or even by yourself like I did. Just be prepared — sometimes places and experiences carry memories you don’t expect until you’re right in the middle of them. For me, it was another reminder that life goes on, even when we’re still learning how to walk through it without the people we loved most.