Thank you, John.

It's December 8. The day that we lost John Lennon.

I'm thirty... something something, so it's sad to report that I didn't grow up when The Beatles were at their top. In fact, I wasn't even born when they called it quits.

But I had my Mom and her music. Alas, I grew up on The Beatles. I remember later in life when she bought Double Fantasy, and how much we all sang "Beautiful Boy".

I also can remember the day he died, because it was the first time I saw her cry and I almost didn't understand why. Well, I was a kid back then. I understand her now.

So this little post is to say Thank You.

Thank you John, for making us think. For being extremely weird. For writing such amazing music, which to this day still stands the test of time. Thank you for making us want to imagine a better world. Thank you for the Walrus. Thank you for Lucy. Thank you for being so extremely cool. Thank you for quitting, because maybe you guys did the right thing and not make stupid music afterwards, like many bands usually do.

Thank you for making music that my mother taught me, and the music that I will too share with my future kids. Thank you for making the music that one day I will dance to at my wedding. Thank you for your weird drawings. Thank you for being so down to earth and walk the city with no ego whatsoever.

Thank you because your music means a lot to many people around the world, because while you might have have insecurities you have no idea how many times your lyrics made us stop crying, made us feel happy, made us dance, made us sing and made us think a little of being more decent human beings.

You will be forever missed. Hope you are having a great time with George playing somewhere in heaven.

Even if you don't believe in it. Much love from one of your greatest fans. Me.