At the time, I couldn't remember the world without John Lennon in it, and for me he was a big part of it. Now here it is, twenty years after the tragedy that took him from us, and I realize that he's been gone three years longer than the total time the world was aware of him, and that just has me thrown. He'd be sixty years old. The night it happened, I, like millions of others including, I'm sure, a lot of you, sat alone and stared at nothing, not comprehending much of anything. Twenty years have passed, we've all seen countless documentaries and tributes and heard numerous recordings, and somewhere along the way it just became a fact that ached a bit as long as you didn't think about it too long.
Strange thing is the anniversary seems to have brought it all back.
I looked for my candle, the one I held at the vigil in 1980 and kept in my dresser drawer all the years after, lighting again only on the 10th anniversary of his death, and I can't find it. I don't know that it would have helped, anyway. I wonder what the rest of you feel. I wonder if others have felt it all come back because of twenty years being such a milestone. Well, tomorrow it'll be time to get it back to just occasional thoughts of what was lost and what might have been.