The date was December 8, 1980; the time, about 10:30 p.m. I was riding over Winnipeg's Midtown Bridge en route to an overnight shift at an all-night restaurant.
Then one of the passengers near the front of the bus mentioned that John Lennon had been shot. My life changed in that moment; the moment itself, burned indelibly into memory even after thirty years.
I will continue to grieve and to remember.
And to Yoko, Cynthia, Sean, Julian, and all others who loved John, may love endure.