It was on this day 25 years ago that the world lost John to a senseless act of violence. John Lennon was a musical genius and it saddened me deeply when his life was taken that early morning in December.
I remember that day vividly, as if it were a close relative that had passed away.
I awoke to prepare for work and across the radio came the news. I was in shock and could not bear to believe what I was hearing. How could someone shoot John Lennon in the back, in front of his wife and in front of the building where his baby lay asleep. I stumbled off to work, but not much was accomplished on that day. I wept often, as if it had been my own brother killed that morning.
The next day the picture of John signing the album for Mark David Chapman was on the front page. That picture is haunting, a photograph I wish had never been taken. It serves as a trophy for that disturbed little man who murdered a legend for the sole purpose of becoming infamous. I have no interest in Mark Chapman, nor do I care what becomes of him. He is a murderer and a thief and history will not remember him kindly.
But John Lennon was a master craftsman and I thank him for his work.