On this day in 1980 John Lennon, an English musician and peace activist, was assassinated by Mark David Chapman, a mentally unstable fan, in front of the Dakota apartment building in New York City. Who can explain it? On this day, but a few years earlier, my Mom was born. I won't say that I miss her more around the Holidays. I think that is expected, but untrue as far as I am concerned. I get so busy that I forget to 'talk' to her on a regular basis, much as it was when she was alive. But I do get signs to let me know that there is more after death than simply death. Many consider the day that John Lennon died the day the music died. I beg to differ. If anyone had the pleasure of hearing my Mom belt out a Helen Reddy tune from the air vent in the kitchen to my bedroom, or enjoy a performance of her doing some Patti LaBelle, the day that my Mom died was the day that the music died. "Keep On Singing" Mom. The angels need you.
"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."Jane Austen
