After my husband John Lennon passed away, I tried to smile for my health.
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One of the few times I saw my mother cry was when Lennon died, and the other time was when Elvis died.
Nothing can resist the person who smiles at life - I don't mean the ironic and disillusioned smile of my grandfather, but the triumphant smile of the person who knows that he will survive, or that at least he will be saved by what seems to be destroying him.
I was never one of those surly teenagers who doesn't smile. My lovely godfather said it was always lovely to see me because I was the only teenager who smiled. And I was so in awe of him, I thought it was one of the best things anyone had ever said to me. So it made me want to live up to what he said.
My husband John Lennon was a very special man. A man of humble origin, he brought light and hope to the whole world with his words and music.
It's inspirational to see someone who is dying smile.
I actually used to smile a lot in pictures. I think I only stopped smiling when I got into fashion. Fashion stole my smile!
My brother Alan - who was seven years younger than me - died from leukemia when he was 52. He never knew a day's good health - I wish I could have given him some of my good health. But he was always so cheerful and sweet.
With my father and sister being very depressed for most of their lives, it was incumbent on me to try to make them laugh, in this ridiculous way. They were the wittiest people I knew, but to get a smile from them was like winning the lottery.
I don't smile a lot in my pictures. I'm always so... grim.
When I was little, I didn't smile much. Don't get me wrong. I was a happy kid, but I couldn't stand the space, dead center, in between my teeth. Yeah, I could whistle through it, but so what? That didn't win me many points on the playground in Medfield, Massachusetts.
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