Will I Still Need You? (Part 1 in the Needing You series)

Epilogue

John and I married in '65. Almost two years after that day. It was a small ceremony, only family and close friends. John's Aunt Mimi took a quick liking to me, considering me her niece, or the daughter she never had.

John broke things of with Cynthia a day after. She understood and we remained great friends. She married a man, but had no children.

I soon got out of my depression, thanks to John. He had realized how much he had hurt me and made it up to me. A few months after our marriage, I discovered I was pregnant. With John's busy schedule, he was barely there through my pregnancy with the twins.

That's when it was decided that there would be no more touring. John was there for the birth of Julia Lucy Michelle Lennon, and Julian Alfred Lennon, in memory of his mother and father. John adored the children.

In 1966, the Beatles went to an art show. There, he met a woman named Yoko Ono. Yoko Ono was an artist that tried to make a move on John. John told her to "Get the bloody hell away from me." So, that was the end of her.

In 1967, Brian Epstein died. It saddened me immensely. I was so distraught. But, I knew he was hopefully happy where he was and I would see him again one day.

In 1970, The Beatles spilt. In the same year, we experienced tragedy in our family. Our daughter Julia had been diagnosed with Leukemia. Julia died a year later. A small funeral was held, and even though there was a large friction between them, all of the boys came. I was an emotional wreck, but I kept it together for my son.

In '72, I discovered I was pregnant again. In early '73, I delivered our stillborn baby son, Austin Freddie Lennon. We buried him next to Julia. I relapsed into depression. I began cutting myself. I attempted suicide a few months after we had lost Austin.

I had woken up in the hospital. I had been in a coma for a month. When I awoke, John made me promise to never try it again.

I went home and John's and I relationship was a little strained, but got bet ter.

In '74, I discovered I was pregnant yet again. I was terrified I would lose this baby. But, I delivered a healthy baby girl in '75. Her name was Charlotte Denae Lennon. By this Julian was about ten years old and ecstatic that he had another sister. He still missed Julia immensely.

In 1980, John was almost shot in an attempted assassination. He managed to dodge the bullets of Mark David Chapman and escape death.

In 1984, our son Julian graduated high school and went into the music business like John. He excelled in it. I had wanted him to go to college, but he said he didn't need it.

In 1990, our beautiful fifteen year old, daughter Charlotte was diagnosed with Anorexia. She had gotten to the point where the doctor said she only had weeks to live. When I discovered this, I fell apart. How I didn't notice this, I had no idea. Charlotte managed to wear clothes that didn't show off her protruding bones.

Charlotte died on a Sunday. She barely had any strength to hang on. Julian was the one with her when she died. Julian never cried. But, when we heard the sobs coming from the hospital room, we knew. We knew our beautiful daughter was gone.

John took it worse than I did. He began drinking and doing drugs again. Even at the funeral, he was drunk. The guys were there. I was closest to Ringo there. He comforted me more than my own husband, Charlotte's father could.

But, after a year, our pain soothed. We even adopted an seventeen year old girl from Sweden. Her name was Daisy Ava Kohl... And she will play so much into this next part of the book...