A few months ago I was walking on Central Park West toward Strawberry Fields when a group of young men asked if I could show them "where John Lennon died." They were musicians from Finland, in town only a few days to play a festival, and spoke pretty good English, compared to my non-existant Finnish.
Since I'm old enough to be their grandma, I gave them a little tour of the neighborhood, the Imagine mosaic and The Dakota, which IMHO is one of the most beautiful residential buildings in NYC. I emphasized that the location is important because that's where the Lennons *lived,* where John and Yoko raised Sean, where all his later work was done, and where Yoko still keeps an apartment.
His death was a tragedy, his life was a celebration . We should remember the good times. Imagine!