“When I was 5 years old my mother always told me that
happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school,
they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down ‘happy’.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment,
and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
In my senior year of high school I rented a two bedroom flat with my dear friend Kelly; a long distance running chum. Her much older boyfriend Sherman was a blind musician who played numerous instruments, but flourished with the guitar. He was one of the most brilliant musicians I have known.
One very cold and dreary winters day I arrived home from work to a spellbinding version of John Lennon singing Imagine…or so I thought. Moving tenderly into our tiny living room there was Sherman with tears streaming down his face singing directly from his soul, and suddenly I just knew, John Lennon was gone. Heartbroken, we cried together for hours in disbelief. John Lennon was the reason Sherman became a musician and a very important figure to people across the globe.
Every December I recall that fated day…raw and fresh, as if it just occurred. The loss of those who inspire and encourage us is always devastating, as these beings remind us why we are here…to make the world better for each other.
The truth of John’s roots, according to family who grew with him in childhood, expose the severe price his soul paid to become the public figure we enjoyed. The best of who John Lennon was is still not public knowledge, and I pray his unknown contributions will one day be celebrated and known to all.
In honor of John Lennon and my dear readers, thank you for the gifts you bring to this world!
“When you do something noble and beautiful
and nobody noticed, do not be sad.
For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and
yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
~ John Lennon
A drawing John Lennon made for his wife Cynthia
for their first Christmas together