I've been thinking about this..why his death has effected me so much. It's because he was with me whenever I needed him through his music. When I was in college, when I got married, when I had children, when I was lonely, when I was happy, when I was bored, he was funny, he was serious, he was sexy. He was there when I just woke up and looked like crap... whenever I needed him all I had to do was put on a song and he was there. It was like he knew me. That is a friendship and a closeness that I had with noone else. It feels wrong that he is gone, but I also know he is soaring with the angels and his spirit and his joy is everywhere. Well done my Dearest Prince. I will miss you-Rest in Paradise!

"Was it good for you....was I what you wanted me to be?"

Hell yeah Prince! You opened a madness which shaped my perspective to the world as a teenager

Outside of my family (my brother introduced me to Prince)...you helped me gravitate to lifelong friends...get laid...

Helped form a non-prejudice towards colour, religion, politics & sexuality...that life is a playground

Gave me an understanding that my thoughts and feelings were not freaky but acceptable...and there were others here with us

To being confident...being truthful to oneself...to being whimsical...flamboyant...experimental...determined...diligent...industrious...and that to have my/our own vision of how we want to make our world not only something that is achievable but possible

So...when he passed, forever in my/our life...it is hard to say goodbye to the physical being because...

Just like anyone who has had a significance in our lives....it gives us pause

Makes our mortality and legacy real and that we missed someone....who got us

But...the memories and the library thatwill be continually revisited - that is a perpetual gift

roxy831 said:

Skee123 said:

roxy831 said:

Posted this in the "Sometimes It Snows In April" thread, but thought it would be more appropriate here:

Soooo,,,today has been a rough one for me. I took a couple days off just to get some things done around my house, but instead I've been weeping all morning. I was just fine yesterday, but it hit me smack dab in my face the moment I woke up, mourning.

I started looking around the web to see if I can find some logical reason why my ass is crying and hurting over someone I never met. It's just pissing me off. Found a couple of good articles, but something drew me to my own diary. I'm surprised I still have it. Normally, I write how I feel and then throw it away, but for some reason, I still had my '96-'98 diary. This is during the time I reached adulthood, had my own band, my own goals for the Music Business. It is also the time I shed my childlike fanhood of Prince. If you don't mind, may I share an entry from 7-1-1998:

"Oh, how could I forget. I went over to [my friend's] place for dinner, and I go to see the latest video by The Artist, "The One." I liked it a lot. I miss him very much, but I'm not as attached to him the way I used to be. Back in the day, I would have been totally pissed and outright mad for not being able to tape it. In a sense, my feelings for him have moved on to another level--one that looks beyond the material possessions and into the inhabitance of my soul. Prince is a part of me. Nothing can change that except God, and I would hope He doesn't. I can't explain how I feel for the Artist. I think it's more real now than ever before. And yes, the video was beautiful."

I guess God honored my prayer (for those of you who believe in that sort of thing).

Stay strong...

Thanks for sharing I have similar moments you describe crying, seems crazy as you say crying over someone I never met. His spirit will always be with me. I know there has got to be a logical reason for his passing, one in my beliefs/faith I should not question which is hard however I find peace knowing the artist lives on in all of us even in a simple act of kindness again thanks for sharing "✌and be wild"

Thank you, Skee123

The tears came to the surface last night while I was listening to the song "Sweet Thing" by Chaka Khan. I haven't cried sinse President Obama won his first presidential election. Those were tears of joy. Last night it caught me off guard and once I started I couldn't stop. I think that I was crying for David Bowie too.

luvgirl said:

roxy831 said:my feelings for him have moved on to another level--one that looks beyond the material possessions and into the inhabitance of my soul. Prince is a part of me. Nothing can change that except God, and I would hope He doesn't. I can't explain how I feel for the Artist. I think it's more real now than ever before.

I kept passing by this thread and thought I wasn't going to post here because I find myself becoming too caught up in my grief for Prince and I'm thinking I need to move on. I'm writing ode's and poems and sentimental things about myself that I wouldn't have told a sole before. But here I am putting all and sun dry out there for Prince (see the What Are Your Regrets Regarding Prince thread) Something I would have never written before. It kind of scares me. It's been 2 months now. The one person whom I had to share my tears with (my sister whom because of my obsession with him as a teen became a fan herself) has moved on and left me in the wind. We went to see Purple Rain the weekend after April 21th together. We became rebels and drank wine in the movie theater and cried together. It felt so good to have someone to mourn with that understood. Now when I text her a pic of him or send the umpteenth text about him she doesn't reply as enthusiastically as she did around April 21th. This is the only place I have where I can be free to express my feelings for how deeply his death affected me. That quote by roxy831 pretty much sums it up for me. Prince was embedded in my heart way back when and nothing but God could ever change that. This man was my hero. He slayed dragons for me. He had such an impact on my pre-teen to teenage years that he singlehandedly helped me get through a horrible childhood. He was a representation of happiness at a time in my life that didn't have much pleasure. In my case though I also feel tremendous guilt that I wasn't a proactive fan after the beginning of the 90's and it tears me apart. I should have been there for him like he was for me and I wasn't. He deserved so much more from me and I will never get the chance to make it up to him. It's too late. That fact burns so fiercely. [Edited 7/1/16 14:33pm]

luvgirl, I'm so glad you've found a place where you can share your heart with others who loved, embraced, inhaled, and absorbed this beautiful being while he was on this earth. This has been my solace as well. As far as guilt is concerned, I can only ask and hope that you leave it at the altar. The best thing we all can do now is 'pay it forward.' All the strength he gave us, all the courage he gave us, all the advice, all the smiles, all the laughter. Pay it forward!!! --Bless you, luvgirl.

[Edited 7/1/16 16:01pm]

justme2u said:

roxy831 said:

It's hard to say goodbye because Prince was such a sweet, sweet person. He cared about people. He stood up to Warner Brothers Records and never gave up until he owned all of his music -- including Purple Rain. I think it meant a lot to him to own that one. He was just a genious and could play anything. He would be so humbled if he saw the way fans are honoring him. There will never be anybody like him. He was just so good looking too (and he knew it - how could he not)? I especially adrmire the way he would write songs and sing those songs about Jesus and was not ashamed to share his faith in Christ and encourage people to read their Bible. It's very comforting to me to know that Prince was a Christian. I am too and one day I will see him in Heaven. That's what I really liked about him.

ldmendes said:

I've been thinking about this..why his death has effected me so much. It's because he was with me whenever I needed him through his music. When I was in college, when I got married, when I had children, when I was lonely, when I was happy, when I was bored, he was funny, he was serious, he was sexy. He was there when I just woke up and looked like crap... whenever I needed him all I had to do was put on a song and he was there. It was like he knew me. That is a friendship and a closeness that I had with noone else. It feels wrong that he is gone, but I also know he is soaring with the angels and his spirit and his joy is everywhere. Well done my Dearest Prince. I will miss you-Rest in Paradise!

I TOTALLY agree with the statements in bold. I still find myself several days a week waking up with a Prince song in my head, and I HAVE TO listen to whatever the song is, or else I can't start my day. Or like, earlier tonight, I felt like crap (not because of P, though), and I had, "Condition of the Heart" stuck in my head... so I HAD TO listen to it to move on about my day. It doesn't matter if the song is necessarily relevant to what I'm going through or not; if I'm going through something and a song pops in my head, I have to put it on. In that sense, he's always there for us through music, but definitely bittersweet knowing that he's not physically here to share with us anymore.