The successivo day, John and his mates made the long drive to visit Amelia's grave. Allen asked, "John, why didn't te get fiori to put on her grave?" John said, "People have a habit of stealing fiori from graves. I don't know why. On superiore, in alto of that, leaving fiori on her grave won't bring her back. I think that visiting is enough." They made it to the cemetery, and they walked to Amelia's grave. John soon saw the grave of the one he loved. It was still in good shape. He said, "Well, there it is." Stan said, "Talk to her." John said, "Talk to what? It's a plot of erba with stone on superiore, in alto of it." Peter said, "Amelia's under it. Remember?" John said, "She can't hear me." Just then, John Lennon's ghost appeared and said, "I can hear you, can't it?" John Wilde said, "Of course te can. You're my spirit guide." John Lennon said, "Amelia can hear you, too. Just talk to her." John Wilde asked, "What do I say?" John Lennon said, "Just say what's on your mind." He then disappeared. John Wilde looked at the grave. He said, "Amelia, it's me, John. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. te would've made a beautiful bride. I miss te every day, and I Amore te very much. I couldn't Amore anyone else the way I loved you." Pretty soon, he began to cry. He said, "I want to Amore again, but I'm scared. What if she also dies? I don't want that pain again." He collapsed near the grave and cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Allen helped John to his feet and asked, "Are te all right?" John said, "No." Peter said, "Come on, John. Let's go." John and his mates left the cemetery. John fell asleep on the ride home. He was exhausted from crying so much. John woke up when he arrived home. Peter said, "I think te should take it easy this evening, mate." Stan said, "I agree." John said, "Don't worry. I will." That night, John went to letto after he ate. He fell asleep, and he soon began to dream.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She Lost a loved one. How do te think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her Friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She Lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a anno and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad giorno at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became più frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only fonte of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a anno and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad giorno at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became più frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only fonte of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.