To my sky full of stars,
Daddy and I stood together at Strawberry Fields in New York, and we held each other and cried because there were flowers and candles and a young man playing 'Imagine' on the guitar and it was all you - I am sure that you did that for us. It was magical and totally unexpected. The last time I had been there people simply walked over the memorial without even giving it a second glance. Thank you, I miss you every day. Xxxxxxxxxxxx