I’m imagining, because John Lennon told me to. Yesterday marked the 34th anniversary of his death. He died a month after my grandmother did. I was only 8-years-old, and his death was the first one that I really truly understood because I had lost her just a few weeks prior.
I’m imagining what life would have been like with 34 more years of music from one of the greatest songwriters of all time. I’m imagining what life would have been like if I had known my grandmother into my adult years.
Imagining is nice. It takes away the binds that tie us to one place and creates the sky as a limit. It opens doors to a world of possibilities, and it gives hope.
So in memory of John Lennon and my beautiful grandmother, I urge you all to take a moment today to imagine, because it’s what John Lennon would have wanted.