imagine all the people
living life in peace...
25 years ago, John Lennon was shot.
It makes me curious as to why I care so much about this man who was dead for years before I was born-- is it the music? I have raised myself on The Beatles and John's other music, but it must be more than that. It is a feeling, an intimacy shared of his life's experience touching my own in a way that I am beginning to understand doesn't happen often.
The man who shot him, for whom I have only pity, did not kill him. He lives on in my heart.