God is a concept, by which we measure our pain

Maybe this is why I am in a funk today. Just realized it’s December 8th. 30 years.

My mom used to listen to the radio in bed as she fell asleep at night. My room was in the basement of the house. I remember coming upstairs in the evening and hearing the sound of my Mom crying in her bedroom. 14 year old me went in and asked her what was wrong. She told me against the sonic background crackle of AM radio static, through which I faintly heard a voice and a song.

2 responses to “God is a concept, by which we measure our pain

  1. I was conscious it was the anniversary as the day started, but it wasn't until late that afternoon, as I was driving home listening to CBC play clips announcing his murder, that I was really overcome by sadness. I was 11 at the time and remember being told about it but not totally understanding. I think part of the impact yesterday was realizing I am now 1 year older than he was when he died. What made it worse I think was this sense of dread I have of things in the world really falling apart right now, as if it was all for naught.

    • At 14 I didn't quite get his death, either, other than it made my Mom upset. I was just starting to get into music, and at the time I think he was more the guy who sang “Starting Over”, than anything else – a pop star in my mind. It wasn't until later – until I saw Imagine and The Complete Beatles docs which both spurred me to seek out more of his (and Beatles) works – that I began to understand his contributions to both music and society, and what an impact his lose had.