Remembering John 🤍

[Skylar Moody]

Another December 8th has come…but it’s always a joy when you’re surrounded by other fans with the same passion. We ARE the future and have the power to change the world, just as John would have envisioned. I know he’s watching us with admiration

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[LordGoodgod]

So well said, Skylar. The sadness this day always brings is only tempered by the profound love for him that we all share. I've never been to Strawberry Fields on either his birthday or this date but seeing the videos that get shared are always so uplifting and redeeming.

There is no doubt his existence has played a major role in all our lives and helped to shape who we are as individuals. Carrying his music and his spirit with us is both a tribute to him and a testament to the power of his work. Not only are we all joined in love and appreciation for the man and his art, but also in firm dedication to spreading positivity in the face of adversity, making the world a better place to live for us all.

 

[Montrealtapeguy]

Another December 8th has come…but it’s always a joy when you’re surrounded by other fans with the same passion. We ARE the future and have the power to change the world, just as John would have envisioned. I know he’s watching us with admiration

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His Spirit Lives On.

See you in the next Class!?

Never Late for that!

 

[LetTheFourWindsBlow]

I consider myself really fortunate to have lived in a time where he is so present in life around me. I cannot imagine my life or life in general without a John Lennon.

12/8 is my birthday — I was born 15 years directly after — and it’s always a bit bizarre celebrating when there’s this sad undertone beneath it.
I try to focus on the profound art and messages he’s shared with us and it gets a little better.

 

[Captain Kundalini]

On the morning of December 9, 1980 while at work, my youngest brother called me and told me John Lennon had been shot and killed.
I don't know how I made it through the day, but I managed.
When I got home, I collapsed physically, mentally and emotionally.
I existed but I forgot how to live and be myself. My life unraveled.
I wrecked my car. I got busted. I was filled with thoughts of revenge against John's killer.
I lost my lease on my apartment. It took me several years to recover, but I recovered.....mostly.
But my optimistic perspective of the world died.