Remembering John Lennon, on what would
have been his eightieth birthday
It seems light years ago, but just a little over a year ago I spent a glorious three weeks exploring England, Ireland and Scotland. One of my fondest memories of the trip was spending time with my blog buddies, Ralph and Sheilagh in Liverpool. Another great memory of the time spent in England was visiting the Museum of Liverpool and seeing a wonderful special exhibit about John Lennon's life.
In this year where mortality seems to so close to every thought I didn't expect to be so sad thinking about how short John Lennon's life was. This year that he would have turned eighty is also the year that we remember the fortieth anniversary of his death at forty in December, 1980. His life was taken too soon and so senselessly.
I know this isn't the usual post for Buttercupland, but it seems remembering John Lennon has opened the gates of sadness that I've, for the most part, held back throughout the long dark months of 2020. I will return to my more usual upbeat posts tomorrow, but tonight my thoughts are bittersweet, of great music and a life cut way too short.
Museum of Liverpool
The photo at the top of the post is from the exhibit I saw at the museum, Imagine Peace, the sign for which you can see in the museum window. There were hundreds of little post-its surrounding John's photograph left by visitors to the exhibit. I know one of them was mine, though I have no memory of what I wrote. If I had the opportunity to write a post-it now I think my message would be just a few words.
Thanks, John Lennon. Miss you and love you still.
If you were writing a note of remembrance, what would you write?
As ever, thanks for visiting and take good care. Prayers for our friends in Louisiana.
