All Things Must Pass... but why did *he* have to?

Well... another one gone. George Harrison passed away in Los Angeles due to the cancer riddled through his body.

I just sat there when I heard. I'd been napping in bed. I have sleeping problems due to my anti-depressants and probable seritonin problems so I sleep at stupid times of the day, even if I'm active I get so sleepy I can't move. Anyways... I woke up from a nap, and my brother came through and looked to me.

"George Harrison died."

"Oh..."

I covered my mouth, rolled over, and just sat there.

Still didn't really hit me. Then a familiar strain wafted through from my brother's room. The distinctive bass moving down a tone, the chords I knew so well because I played them - over and over and over - when I learnt piano.

"You're asking me will my love grow? I don't know - I don't know!"

And it all fell down. George is dead. George. He wrote some of my favourite songs. He helped me become the musician I was with his wonderful work. I gazed at him on my file in high school and kissed his picture. I said he was my favourite Beatle and said how gorgeous I thought he was.

Gone. Never to meet when you're rich and famous. Never to see on the news doing something fun with Paul and Ringo like rerelease old songs or turn up to some stupid function.

I stepped through to the room the song was playing from - my brother's. He was sitting in front of the computer, looking appropriately sullen.

I couldn't do anything else. I sank down next to him, wrapped my arms around him, and sobbed like a child. I just let it all out. The music was so beautiful, the music was perfect. Music that meant more to me than so much in this life, music that was the fuel that kept me living. Music that became a part of me and who I am.

I'll be uploading a shoddy recording of a cover I did of one of my favourite George songs, "Long Long Long." For now, see my graphic tribute at:

http://www.nancylorenz.com

I'll treasure what George brought to my life, always and ever. He will always be, not only my favourite Beatle, but one of my most favourite musicians.

All Things Must Pass... but why did *he* have to?

Well... another one gone. George Harrison passed away in Los Angeles due to the cancer riddled through his body.

I just sat there when I heard. I'd been napping in bed. I have sleeping problems due to my anti-depressants and probable seritonin problems so I sleep at stupid times of the day, even if I'm active I get so sleepy I can't move. Anyways... I woke up from a nap, and my brother came through and looked to me.

"George Harrison died."

"Oh..."

I covered my mouth, rolled over, and just sat there.

Still didn't really hit me. Then a familiar strain wafted through from my brother's room. The distinctive bass moving down a tone, the chords I knew so well because I played them - over and over and over - when I learnt piano.

"You're asking me will my love grow? I don't know - I don't know!"

And it all fell down. George is dead. George. He wrote some of my favourite songs. He helped me become the musician I was with his wonderful work. I gazed at him on my file in high school and kissed his picture. I said he was my favourite Beatle and said how gorgeous I thought he was.

Gone. Never to meet when you're rich and famous. Never to see on the news doing something fun with Paul and Ringo like rerelease old songs or turn up to some stupid function.

I stepped through to the room the song was playing from - my brother's. He was sitting in front of the computer, looking appropriately sullen.

I couldn't do anything else. I sank down next to him, wrapped my arms around him, and sobbed like a child. I just let it all out. The music was so beautiful, the music was perfect. Music that meant more to me than so much in this life, music that was the fuel that kept me living. Music that became a part of me and who I am.

I'll be uploading a shoddy recording of a cover I did of one of my favourite George songs, "Long Long Long." For now, see my graphic tribute at:

http://www.nancylorenz.com

I'll treasure what George brought to my life, always and ever. He will always be, not only my favourite Beatle, but one of my most favourite musicians.