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It's never easy when someone that you care about dies. I know, I've had it happen before that cold November day, but it was different that day. I couldn't explain why it was different, but it was. My sister came into my room to wake me up at 7:00am. Now before I go any further I need to say a few things. First, that evening my small singing group was entered in a talent show and so I wasn't going to school that day. Also, when I'm half awake you shouldn't really engage in conversation with me, because I don't understand what you're saying and I don't really care. I wasn't that big of a Beatles fan at that point, but I did love them. Anyroad, she came in and she said that she had some bad news. She had heard an annoucement at 4:00am about the death of George. She told me that George Harrison had died. I, in that half awake state, understood that Harrison Ford died. I'm trying to figure out why she's telling me. She was the Harrison Ford fan, but I replied with "Oh, that's so sad" and tried to go back to bed. I think she's was trying to figure out how I was taking it so calmly, but ignored it made me get out of bed. I went down stairs and saw the news. Everyone was playing movie clips from "HELP!" and talking about how he died the day before. That's when it hit me. Harrison Ford didn't die, George did! I really couldn't come to grips with the fact that he was dead, but I had so much to do that day that I didn't have time to dwell on it. As the day went on, I would think about him or a Beatles song would enter my head. I was doing fine the whole day, but I told them that I was going to dedicate our performance to George. I never got the chance. Finally, we had to leave for the show. My mother was in the backseat with me and I told them that we HAD to listen to "1" on the way over. They didn't think it would be a good idea. They thought that it might be too much for me, but I swore that I would be fine. Everyone was enjoying the music and singing along when it happened. "We Can Work It Out" came on and I was just singing it to myself when John started singing "life is very short". At that moment I thought about George. I thought about the fact that he wasn't going to be around anymore, the fact that he'll never play the guitar again, how life really was short and too short for him. I finally realized that George was gone and I just started to cry. I cried so much. My mother told me that I didn't cry that much at my own grandfather's funeral, but that wasn't true. I couldn't keep it in anymore and I'm glad that I did cry. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop crying for the next three days. I was in a depressed state and I just didn't want to do anything and I just kept crying. No one knew, because I would cry late at night when no one was awake to tell me that I was being weird and that I didn't even know him. That night I stayed up and watched almost everything they were playing about George. I saw some of his music videos including "All Those Years Ago", "Crackerbox Place", "When We Was Fab", and this really long interview that he was doing with Ravi Shankar. I stayed up until I fell asleep. My sister had already fallen asleep on the couch next to me. The next couple of days I was collecting everything and anything that was talking about George. I think that my Beatles fandom grew from George's death. I went out and bought three albums from the Beatles solo work. A John, Paul and Ringo album. Then for Chirstmas, my friend bought me "All Things Must Pass". I think the best gift I got that year was a drawing my sister made for me. I'm looking at it right now. It's a cartoon George and it has a giant sun behind him representing "Here Comes The Sun". When I saw it, I had to rush to the bathroom because I started to cry and I couldn't let my dad see me crying. She thought I hated it, but it was the most beautiful thing to me. I still think about him and every once in a while, I get depressed thinking about it. His death had such an impact on me. This one time, one of our guest speakers asked our class if we knew someone who died from cancer. I rasied my hand thinking about George. I looked around at all the other students who had their hands up and I realized that they actually knew people who died of cancer and I just admired the person I was thinking of. I can't say anything about George that hasn't been already said about a million times. He was such a great guy. There was nothing about him that anyone could hate. He believe in love, peace, and music. What three better things? George will always be with me. As long as I'm a Beatles fan, he'll never leave me. Even though John is my guardian angel (I'll explain some other time) there's always a place in my heart for George. |
