RINGO'S POINT OF VIEW
November 29th, 2001
The ngày I Mất tích the tình yêu of my life. Forever.
One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do bạn want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, bạn can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I đã đưa ý kiến a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want bạn to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.
"Ritchie, I need to tell bạn something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out for lunch. I didn't say a word to him. About four months later I received a letter.
"Richard,
I am dying. The cancer has spread to my lungs, and my brain. This might be the last time I get to talk to you. It really hurt my feelings when bạn ran out of the hospital that day. But I understand I scared you. I still have to tell bạn something and I guess I have to tell bạn through this letter.
I tình yêu you, Ritchie. I tình yêu bạn so much. I needed bạn to know I'm sorry. But my time has come. I'm ready to die. I'll miss you. Look for me when your gone. Thank bạn for all bạn have done. For being an amazing drummer, and a out standing friend, thank you. For everything.
Love,
George"
I dropped the letter. "I-I. Oh my God." I tried to get there as fast as I could. It took two days to get there. "George, George!"
"You made it." he said. "Today is my last."
"No! bạn can't die, bạn can't! You're the youngest. It wasn't meant to be like this!"
He looked at me. "Make me happy one thêm time." I understood. We had our first, yet our last kiss. "Just promise me one thing."
"Anything, anything for you!"
"Wait... for me" Then he closed his eyes. For good.
I miss him thêm and thêm each day. But I've still kept going. For him. And I know my time is soon, getting closer each passing day, and I'll see him again.
That is the power of love.
November 29th, 2001
The ngày I Mất tích the tình yêu of my life. Forever.
One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do bạn want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, bạn can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I đã đưa ý kiến a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want bạn to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.
"Ritchie, I need to tell bạn something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out for lunch. I didn't say a word to him. About four months later I received a letter.
"Richard,
I am dying. The cancer has spread to my lungs, and my brain. This might be the last time I get to talk to you. It really hurt my feelings when bạn ran out of the hospital that day. But I understand I scared you. I still have to tell bạn something and I guess I have to tell bạn through this letter.
I tình yêu you, Ritchie. I tình yêu bạn so much. I needed bạn to know I'm sorry. But my time has come. I'm ready to die. I'll miss you. Look for me when your gone. Thank bạn for all bạn have done. For being an amazing drummer, and a out standing friend, thank you. For everything.
Love,
George"
I dropped the letter. "I-I. Oh my God." I tried to get there as fast as I could. It took two days to get there. "George, George!"
"You made it." he said. "Today is my last."
"No! bạn can't die, bạn can't! You're the youngest. It wasn't meant to be like this!"
He looked at me. "Make me happy one thêm time." I understood. We had our first, yet our last kiss. "Just promise me one thing."
"Anything, anything for you!"
"Wait... for me" Then he closed his eyes. For good.
I miss him thêm and thêm each day. But I've still kept going. For him. And I know my time is soon, getting closer each passing day, and I'll see him again.
That is the power of love.
