Paul McCartney

RINGO'S POINT OF VIEW

November 29th, 2001

The hari I Lost the Cinta of my life. Forever.

One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do anda want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, anda can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I berkata a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want anda to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.

"Ritchie, I need to tell anda something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out...

John, George, and Ringo never left Paul's side, and they stayed outside the hospital room, not talking, but able to feel each others' anxious feelings about their friend. Paul hadn't woken up on the way to the hospital, but there was still a pulse, and now all they could do was hope he'd be all right.
John had something else to think about, too. Even when Paul had been on the edge of losing consciousness, he had still berkata to John: "Does this mean we're not breaking up?" Was the Beatles staying together really so important to him? Hadn't Paul spent the last couple of years trying to control...

John, George, and Ringo spent the rest of the hari running everywhere in town, searching for Paul. They caused quite a stir. Not many people saw the Beatles together in public anymore - even only three of them. People poured out of their houses, and everywhere the Beatles went, they were surrounded with screams and questions: "EEE! The Beatles are back!" "Are anda going to play for us again?" "Where's Paul? How come there's only three of you?" It had never occured to John, George, atau Ringo how much the peminat-peminat had missed actually seeing them perform. But everyone they met seemed to feel that, now...