I still don’t know what to do, I know a hole will forever be in my heart knowing John is. . . gone. He’s been gone for a while, for 39 years, it doesn’t make any sense—he didn’t deserve it. I don’t like the idea of knowing one of my biggest inspirations in life is dead, John changed my life, he changed other people’s lives. I love him because he was so human, the epitome of being a human with both good and bad in him. He went through so much when he was a teen, went through so much more when he was an adult, when all he wanted to live was a peaceful life. He changed the world in so many ways, and gets killed violently, unexpectedly, when he was about to reunite with the lads. He doesn’t deserve any of it, he doesn’t deserve all the hate, all the BS. What he deserved was to grow old, live a longer life. Nothing will ever fill the hole in my heart of him being gone, nothing. Rest in peace again John, rest easy.