My grandfather
died the day before Lennon was shot. I
was a freshman in college and just turned 18. Never lost someone that close before. I was numb.
I was hundreds of miles away from home and family, and I was wrapped up
in my insulated, selfish, teenage life and I didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t sad, I didn’t cry, it all seemed far
away.
John was shot the
next day. Chris Lee and I were listening
to the news on the radio in his room. It
was unbelievable. It was too much. I went to my room and sat on the bed in the
dark and cried like a baby. I couldn’t
stop. After about an hour I got a grip
and found my friends and joined the general grieving. I think a lot of us stopped being kids that
day.
The next day I
went home for Pop’s funeral. When I saw
my grandmother at the wake it didn’t seem so far away anymore. And then I cried for Pop too.
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