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A little tribute to George Harrison
   As we all now know, our beloved George Harrison passed away on November 29, 2001.  I am truly devastated.  I really can't put my feelings into words, but as we all know, All things Must Pass.
     It was just another Friday.  I got ready, slipped my 2001 Ringo tour shirt on and headed to Chick-fil-a (I'm a vegetarian, but I put up with the dead animals around and get and Cheese biscuit,hashbrowns, and a coke).  We got to the end of my street just as Z93 (my fave Classic Rock station) got done playing Savoy Truffle.  My heart started pounding like it had been for a couple weeks every time I heard a George song.  I told myself that it was Breakfast Beatles and they just felt like playing that song.  I was proven wrong when Dave Marino said, "I'm sorry to tell everyone this, but George Harrison passed away yesterday."
     Ii didn't know what to do.  I started to tremble.  I couldn't cry now.  I don't want to goo to breakfast in tears with a red  face.  I held back my tears.
     When I arrived at breakfast no one knew and I wasn't about to break it to everyone, nevermind cry in front of the whole youth group from church!  when my Friend erin arrived she said she was really sorry, and everyone started too make a huge deal about it.  It was awful, even though they were trying to make me feel better.  I just didn't want to except it that George was gone.
     I cried through most of my math test and it showed when I got a 73 on it.  The worst part was when I had to tell my friend, Jessica, that he had died.  we cried all through band class in the back of the room.  At first she thought I was just trying to get her back since she had been making me do things in an L.A. Nazi project (a whole other project).  She finally had to face it.  We both knew it had been coming, we just weren't prepared.
     That night I went into a depression and barely ate for about four days.  I still don't eat much.  I just hope there will be efforts made by everyone to remember George, but not as the Quiet One, but as the Funny, Spiritual One.
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