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People are never really gone as long as they are alive in our hearts. This is the beauty of human beings, preserving life in the garden of memories that no one can take away. And that’s when death becomes just a word like any other. As love has no end if it is true life has no end if it is remembered over death.

SayaOtonashi said
Did John and Cynthia ever talked to each other or seen each other after the divorce?  

 I’ve read this on a Beatles website. It says the article is taken from Cynthia’s writing in the Hello magazine in 1994. I’ve copied and pasted (I don’t know if I’m allowed to send links and stuff) the part connected to your question. Hope it helps 🙂 

“Then in 1973 I saw a chance to bring them together. I read in the papers that John and Yoko had split up and John was now living with a young Chinese girl called May Pang. So I wrote to him and asked if I could bring Julian for a visit.
      I found out later that John wasn’t keen. He was fraught and nervous at this time and terrified of seeing me. He didn’t want to be reminded of the past. But he did want to see Julian and May Pang helped tip the scales. She came from a close-knit Chinese family and she couldn’t understand why John had not set eyes on his son for four years.
      So Julian and I went to New York. By now I was back in contact with Patti and Maureen and Patty’s sister Jenny had by this time moved to New York. The arrangement was that I would check into a hotel, John would collect Julian and take him off for a fortnight’s holiday and I would go and stay with Jenny.
      Unfortunately though, to my embarrassment, the plans fell apart. Jenny was not at home when I phoned and I couldn’t reach Patti back in England.
      John and May Pang arrived. John was very nervous and twitchy with me and he was quite thin but overall he was looking better than in his last pictures. He’d shaven off the beard and his hair was short which made him look much younger. He was civil but it was very awkward.
      But Julian was delighted to see his dad. He ran to him and gave him a big hug and once John’s wariness had faded he was over the moon to see his son. There was a lot of hugging and kissing.

      As for me, it was very strange. Just being in the same room with John stirred up so many memories. I still cared for him, I couldn’t stop caring for him but the old sparkle was gone. The physical attraction was missing. He’d changed so much he wasn’t the same in my eyes anymore.
      “Look, I’m terribly sorry,” I said after a few minutes, “but I’m in a mess. I’m supposed to be staying with Jenny, it was organized by Patti, but Jenny doesn’t seem to be there. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
      I felt terrible. I’m sure he thinks I’ve engineered it, I thought. But John was sympathetic.
      “It’s okay,” he said, “We’re taking Julian to Los Angeles. You can come with us, I’ll put you up in a hotel and I can come and take Julian to Disneyland and everywhere.”
      So that’s what we did but it remained a difficult situation. Like children everywhere Julian wanted his parents to be together and one morning when John arrived to take him to Disneyland he got very distressed.
      “I want mummy to come,” he insisted. He wanted to go but he didn’t want to leave me. He clung to me and sobbed and it was very awkward. In the end I went too but it was awful. I felt I was muscling in and the atmosphere was polite and strained. Julian fortunately was blissfully unaware of the grown-ups’ hang-ups and had a ball. And May Pang was wonderful. She was extremely kind and sensitive and I liked her very much.
      Just before we left though, John and I did at last talk naturally. One of the roadies we used to know in Britain had moved to LA and invited us to a party at his home. John asked me to come and during the evening he talked to me pleasantly. He asked about Roberto and I explained what went wrong. John seemed genuinely sorry that it hadn’t worked out. At last, when no one was watching, the guards came down and he allowed himself to care. That was the closest we came.
      I never saw him again.”