I remember the day clearly. It was another day going home from school. As usual, I'd turn on the car radio to the oldies station as soon as my mom picked me up from the school parking lot. The news kept coming on how ex-Beatle George Harrison had died. This pierced my heart, even though I wasn't yet aware that one year later, I'd be an obsessed Beatles fan slash Apple scruff. November 29, 2001. It was a cold, gray cloudless day in Oneonta, NY. I wondered why I felt a little bit sad, but accepted it -- the fact that a band member from one of my mom's favourite 60's band had died from lung cancer.
In a way, I kind of believe that it was fate that I didn't know yet how George would mean so much to me later on, and that this was a blessed way for me cope the death of a Beatle before I even began my obsession with them. I love George so dearly. It makes me cry up to now knowing that George was on Earth at the same time I was.
Soon thereafter, I picked up my first book from the library about a single Beatle. Although later on, I'd developed strong feelings for Paul -- my favorite Beatle, but even then, all four of them are very much special to me.
I've had spiritual connections with George later on. All Things Must Pass was the first album I owned from him. It was a digipak album, and seeing the gnomes while he sat on a chair made me laugh a little.
He'd appear in my dreams later on, from time to time. One of my first ones was seeing 1971 George with a hat on and with a beard and 'stache.
It was so vivid and surreal.
He was lying on his side with a hand holding his head. He was just staring at me, while we were spiritually communicating. We didn't have to speak. We knew our thoughts without talking about it. It was very enjoyable, and I felt at peace, which was helpful during my mid-teen crisis in depression years.
Listening to his songs was like a going through a journey of its own. The next album of his that I listened to was Brainwashed. Oh how that album struck right through my heart. It was like he was speaking to me.
Thank you, George, for helping me cope through my depression. Even though I am still "stuck inside a cloud" and finding me "talking to myself", I have not yet given up on trying to find people to give me love, give me peace on Earth... Rest in Peace, my sweet George.