Its something I don't really like to talk about, but here it goes anyways. I was only a bout, I was 9, I just turned 9 that September. We just got done putting up the Christmas tree, because my mom liked to put it up pretty early back in the day. And I just sat down on the couch and it just came on.
I don't even know how to explain how I felt. Because I felt nothing, I was littrally numb. I just screamed for my Dad to get in here because a Beatle just died. He was pretty much in shock, he unlike me do to me being 9, knew that he was sufferring from cancer, but he was still devastated.
I didn't cry for the longest time after that. I think the first time I cried was the next year when Concert For George aired on tv, and it just completely sunk in that he was gone. That was probably the worst night in my entire life, I never want to feel that way ever again.