Um... well, in 1980 John Lennon was shot and killed. And for some reason, I thought about his wife; not his children, and not his demise, but Yoko. And I can't imagine... (haha, see what I did there? not funny...) So, that's the kind of immense loss from which one never (not in a million years) recovers. And I think of her, and the eccentric personality that we've come to know, and I realized how much it must have meant to her to have John. And so, how much also it must have meant to lose John, and to lose John that way. It's impossibly sad for Yoko. And the world lost John Lennon. And the boys lost a father.