I wouldn't change a thing (McLennon)

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August 11th 1968

I can't believe it's been 5 weeks since I've heard your voice. Your beautiful angelic voice. The kids are missing you so much. They probably miss me a lot but not as much as you. When I was at home last night I was digging through the basement and I found some home videos we can watch when you get home. The nurse said that you probably wake up in the next few days. George and Ringo came a few days ago and said that your a sorry sight and I really can't argue with them.
The kids are here today. Bianca is crying about what happened. I guess I have cried so much over you. I just want you back Johnny.

Your forever Lover
James Paul McCartney/Lennon
And your hole Fucking Family

weeks 5 to be exact and many shitty sappy love letters passed. and then on Sunday August 11th (James's birthday) the kids were at the hospital with me when we start seeing his eye flutter a little "Papa?" Millicent asked "babe..... babe you can do it!" I encouraged "Papa wake up..... please" Julian also encouraged. Just before he woke up I sent the kids out of the room so that it could just be me and John when he woke up.

it took several minutes for him to come to but when he did he looked at me and gripped my hand a little tighter. "I'm sorry darling" he said. his voice was very weak but it felt amazing to hear his voice again. "it's ok Johnny. I wrote you a letter everyday that you were in a coma" I explained. He smirked his signature smirk "well I hope it's a note book full of shitty love letters. Give it here" He laughed. "Ok..... Here" i said handing him the notebook. I figured he'd take the news best of he read it.

When he was a few pages in I saw a year run down his cheek "I'm sorry Darling" John mumbled while flipping through the notebook "there is no reason to be sorry Love. It was a freak accident that no one could prevent" I comforted "were you crying while writing this?" John asked "yeah. How can you tell?" I asked "tear stains on the pages" he smirked.

I really couldn't tell you how happy I was at that moment. He was the same John. Mentally at least. I didn't care if he was the same John physically. I fell in love with John Lennon the person. The boyfriend. Fiancee, Father, the Author, and the singer/songwriter not John Lennon the hot as hell teddy boy that beat up everyone that looked at him wrong. That was a nice perk though"