Imagine: Remembering John

There are few times that I ever wish I was actually *older*, but this is one. I only wish that I was older so that I could have been immersed more in the life of John Lennon. I was but a young tween when he was wrongly taken from this planet.

Here it is 25 years later, I am a grown adult, and had the pleasure of learning of his life as I have grown. Sure, he did some things I don't approve of, with the drugs, but then was a time different than now. They didn't know the full devastation that drugs can bring on to a family.

But John was an amazing artist. A true humble spirit. A true peaceful loving and wanting man. My eyes tear each time I hear the song Imagine. Or, when I sit and really listen to the song, So this is Christmas.

I will say also that I think it is horrific, and poor taste, of ANY television or radio station that plays interviews with John's killer. I have always refused to glorify his crime by even referring him by name. He took away a poet, long before his time to go. A poet perhaps inspired somewhat by drugs, but deeply inspired by faith in peace.

I miss you John... I wish I could have known you as an adult...