As a child of 9 years old when John was murdered, it bothers me just as much today, at 34. I normally could care less about anniversaries and things of this nature for people I don't know, however, I sat in my car 2 days ago, in the parking lot at work, and bawled listening to Imagine, ironcially the same CD that came out in September of 1971, the year and month I was born.
My father instilled in me a love for the Beatles I think I never would have had, otherwise. However, out of that came a heap of respect for John Lennon, and his believing that he could make a difference. In a world where all too often one person will say to themselves, "I can't make a difference" He believed he could, and lived most of his adult life trying too.
I find it funny though, how the US government was so afraid of his speaking out against Vietnam, they tried to have him deported on bogus drug charges.