It's always a hard day for us. I used to take my daughters into Strawberry Fields for the annual nighttime celebration of John's music. We'd always go for pizza first at Patsy's, then walk down the block, past the Dakota, and into Central Park, where people gather to remember John, sing his songs and just celebrate his life. It was always a cool thing to do, until the Occupy Wall Streeters crashed it and screwed it up. I'd bring a tambourine and join in on percussion. My older daughter sang along to everything. We've stopped going, because now, she has a child to care for. When my grandson (who is named Lennon, BTW) gets older, we might start going back.