On The 70th Anniversary Of A Beatle's Birth
Yesterday would have been John Lennon's 70th birthday.
70th. Hard to believe, isn't it.
And then he was gone.
I remember so vividly the day he was shot. An incredibly sad day. Yet I find his death very poetic, romantic even. He spent so much of his adult life in inner turmoil. It had taken him almost 40 years, but he was finally at peace with his past and happy for the first time in his life.
When you think about it, isn't that the best way to leave this mortal coil... when you're content and fulfilled instead of angry and bitter.