It’s hard to believe that if John Lennon had not been murdered 28 years ago, he would be 68 years old now. I was only 12 years old when he was killed, and, like most people, I found out while my family and I were watching Monday Night Football on TV. I didn’t really know too much about The Beatles then although I did know who they were from the albums my mom and dad had in the house. My mother especially was devistated (she was only 33 then) and I remember her crying for days afterward.
It’s ironic that years later I became even a bigger fan of The Beatles than my parents. Lennon’s words and thoughts are more relevant today than ever. The world is definitely not a better place without him.
Rest in Peace, John.