Thirty years ago today…
… I cried all night long over someone I’d never met, but who had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember.
A woman lost the love of her life. Two boys lost their father. The world lost one of its most brilliant voices.
A working class hero, a genius, an anarchist and an icon was frozen at age 40, with the remainder of his potential to be forever unknown.
Thirty years later, I still get tears in my eyes.
Miss you, John. Still.