... "Grandpa! Watch this Ed Sullivan tribute with me! It has a bunch of old groups on it!" I said.
"Ok..."
The Beatles come on and sing I Saw Her Standing There. My Grandpa says...
"Look at that FREAK! 'I can play the drums and shake my head! I'm COOL now!' and that guy over there, the guitar player, they don't even give him a microphone!"
Back then I hated the Beatles and everyone who liked them, so I laughed VERY hard at this statement. A second time was when I was with my friend Rachel.
"I feel bad for that one guy, Rachel."
"George? Why?"
"Everybody knows Paul, Everybody knows John, Everybody knows Ringo, and NOBODY knows George!"
"JENNY! Ha! You're SO right!"
Now, between that memory and the next and final one, something happened. George quickly became my favorite Beatle. Now, favoite is a HARSH word. I LOVE Paul because he's SO DAMN CUTE! I LOVE John because he is so unique and talented. I LOVE Ringo because he's Ringo. But, I love EVERYTHING about my George! He's my everything!....... And then there's the most recent momory.
"Hey! Jenny! You like the Beatles, right? Well, I hear George Harrison has cancer and he's gonna DIE!"
"*Tisk!* NO! He's getting better!"
"You HEARD that???"
"No, but I KNOW that! He's going to get better, trust me. And besides, he's a Beatle, he CAN'T die!"
"oh.... ok then."
That's about the time IT happened. I'll never forget where I was, what I was doing, or what I did when I learned that George -- that he....
My dad was out of town with our schools CMEA Jazz band trip. See, I wasn't in the Jazz programs yet, but anyway. I was sleeping with my mom in their room. As usual, I oke up before the radio went off. Finally the raido came on and the first thing I heard that day -- 6:03 am, Friday November 30th, was some guy saying... "George Harrison of the Beatles DIED today and..." and my mom quickly turned off the raido.
"Jenny, did you hear that?"
I couldn't answer. I couldn't think. I couldn't move, I couldn't blink. How I'm still here today is a mystery because I couldn't breath. Something inside me died. I got up and went to my brothers room to tell him what had happened. I opened my mouth to talk and I just started to sob. Choking on my tears I went to my room. That was a mistake. Everywhere I turned, there was a poster of George. Being the only die-hard Beatles fan I know, I stopped crying and put on a happy face. I had to deal with the terrors of school. Why really made me mad was when I would tell people the news and they would say 'oh' and go back to their lives.
Oh? OH!?! HOW can you just say OH!?!?!
Talented, sexy, handsome, amazing, wonderful, smart, sute, awesome, man just LEFT us. He LEFT us! A man who is and forever will be as much a part of my life as my friends just LEFT us! Can't You SEE THAT???!!!!
George and I, we had/have a special relationship. He's there for me whenever I need him. That Beatles CD with only George songs on it -- THAT'S what has gotton me through highschool thus far. Without George, Lord knows where I'd be.
I don't think we were exactly alike. I don't believe what he believed. I don't think like he thought. I don't feel like he felt. But when he laughed, it's how I laugh. When he cryed, it's how I cry. That's alike enough for me.
Because George put his soul into his music, his soul lives on and forever will. I must remember that, while George is gone in the body (which I will TRULY miss :->) he IS here, HERE in the spirit. He's with you, he's with her, and he's up in my room, waiting for me to need him.
Hold on George, I'm coming.
In my life, I've loved them all...
