My 26 year-old godson was diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer, only the 8th or 9th case treated at Sloan Kettering in NY. About two weeks before he died there was a knock on his hospital room door and a fellow with a Taylor guitar introduced himself, said he used to be in a band and wanted to spend a few minutes with Justin if that was alright.
Forty-five minutes later, after playing, singing and talking,he pulled out a Sharpie, autographed the guitar and left, leaving the $1400 guitar with my godson. It now sits on Justin’s bed in his childhood home. No one has played it since.
And that’s how Paul got to be my favorite Beatle.
What an amazing story. God bless your godson in heaven.
That is a great story. God Bless your godson.
A wonderful story.