Lately, after trying to calm down about it a bit, I've been getting hit with little, few-second bursts of grief again and I've been thinking about Prince more and more often.

Well, last night I finally had a Prince dream like some of this other orgers on here. In it, I turned around and saw Prince sitting down (in a wheel chair oddly enough), then I ran to him, kissed him on the cheek, and gave him a hug.

Beautiful and spiritual connection. Up to the point of his death, Curtis Mayfield composed in bed. He could barely breathe, but still pushed forward with music. I think that is the muessage Prince's spirit sent you. He would love you always no matter how ill he became,and would keep making music. Keep On Pushing.
[Edited 5/8/16 11:15am]

Push I push
Don't let them pull u down, yeah
Push I push
Until u get 2 higher ground
Push
U're never 2 young, never 2 old
Push
Don't stop until u go