So, you think you've lived a past life with John Lennon?" my husband, Bob, would ask.

Sensible, level-headed Bob.

I would answer his question with my usual question, " Well, can you explain all of this?"

I always hoped he could explain because I certainly couldn't. I hoped someone, anyone, could explain.
But a past life with John Lennon? I'll let you be the judge.

It all started on December 9, 1980, the day after John Lennon was shot.

The stillness of that early morning was interrupted only by the irregular sound of perking coffee. I always savored those quiet moments before the flurry of getting kids ready for school.

Unbeknowst to me, my simple ordinary life as a young wife and mother would change ( forever) in the next few seconds.

I recall flipping on the radio and as White Christmas played softly, I stood at the kitchen window and watched the lightly falling snow. I was once again caught up in the anticipation of the approaching Christmas season.

With the end of the Irving Berlin melody, the news announcer broke into the Yuletide mood with the 7:00 a.m. news.

John Lennon was fatally shot last night in New York City...