Okay, I was deep in my work when people began to call and text me about Prince's death. Like many of you I couldn't believe it. I remained stoic although my heart was bleeding. I was sad, but I smiled and pretended all was well. I jumped into my car at the end of the day, waited until I was on the highway..and I SCREAMED so loud that he must've heard me in the heavens. OH MY GOD!!! I yelled at the top of my lungs. Before I made it home I had dried my face and all was well...at least to those who knew me. Today I realized that I have not grieved my loss. I'm 48 and I discovered Pronce, MY prince at 10. My aunt went off to college and left her cassette version of For You. I listened to it, and fell in love with his music and him. My mom moved from MI to TX when I was 16, no friends, but I had Prince and Purple Rain. The most exciting time, musically, that I can remember. Through each lonely, or dark time in my life, there was Prince. I felt like he was the most self assured person one could ever meet. He was my inspiration, my hero. It's because of him that I love MUSIC, not genre but ALL music, and somewhere deep inside me I know that I'll never love it the same. Having a difficult time understanding how he could leave us musically like this. No one to protect his music, our music. Feels like his family are SAVAGES who are happy he's gone so they can enjoy the spoils... I know I'll miss him for the rest of my life, but unlike my son, at least I had his music. Long post but I had to get it out. Prince thank you for the ride.. Thank you for the music.. Thank you for always being you.