I got off the phone, switched on the television—and the global mourning ritual soon began. At first I was taken aback by the public displays of grief. Strange as it sounds, my connection to John Lennon—to his extraordinary life and music—ran so deep that his death felt profoundly personal. It was as if I'd lost one of my dearest friends. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that millions of people around the world had lost one of their dearest friends, as well.
"He's dead." Those words still resonate in my mind and heart. Thirty-five years ago? It feels like thirty-five minutes.