pipoca said:

purplethunder3121 said:

You need to take your self-promoting spam elsewhere. This thread is about real grief counseling resources not chalatans preying on the grief-stricken.

I'm not self-promotion! i'm from Portugal (Europe) and this site is from Minesota, i don't know the women,but when i found this site it help me a lot, without spending money!

I am not trying to "sell" some kind of religion or believes and i always try to respect all opinions that are differente from mines.

I see a lot of people in here very sad and my only intention was HELP, because there´s no another like Prince and never will be, never!

sorry for my bad english

Well, in that case, I apologize. If this helped you then all is good.

purplethunder3121 said:

pipoca said:

I'm not self-promotion! i'm from Portugal (Europe) and this site is from Minesota, i don't know the women,but when i found this site it help me a lot, without spending money!

I am not trying to "sell" some kind of religion or believes and i always try to respect all opinions that are differente from mines.

I see a lot of people in here very sad and my only intention was HELP, because there´s no another like Prince and never will be, never!

sorry for my bad english

Well, in that case, I apologize. If this helped you then all is good.

pipoca said:

Hello

This site was made for help Prince's fans:

http://www.thepurplemedium.com/

Thanks for posting. I'm normally a skeptic, and look for the hook or scam, but she's not selling or promoting ANYTHING. She just wants to help and it seems Prince would go to someone like her.

JoeyC said:

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_MUSIC_LOST_IN_PRINCE?SITE=WNYC&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT

The Associated Press is reporting on fans still grieving P six months later, with one calling it a "spiritual connection." He has touched our lives in a deep way. I hope those of you still in shock and disbelief are comforted by this article. Peace and love, bilbolives

Thank you for this thread. I'm sure it will help alot of folks. As for myself, I am still grieving. Not a day goes by that I don't think about Prince. I never met him in person. I did get to see his magnificence in concerts and will forever cherish those memories. As someone stated in another post- he was a huge part of my life and I felt connected to him in many ways. He was a friend, a brother, a spiritual guide to me. I still cannot believe that he is truly gone from this plane of existence. The first couple of weeks after April 21st were so hard. I couldn't listen to any of the music. But I realized that that is not what Prince would have wanted. Yes, we are all grieving but I came to the conclusion that his music would help me to move on. Move on but never, ever forget the man. Still Would Stand All Time from Sign 'O' The Times is one song that truly helps. I am still hurting but his music is helping me to accept what must be accepted. Each day brings me more appreciation for his songs and for the man himself. I used to be able to sing like him but life events stopped me from enjoying that. I can no longer hit those high notes. But, to honor his legacy and impact on my life and soul I am going to keep trying and practice, practice, practice until I can sing those notes again. I do wish that I had been able to meet him and just say 'Thank you.' for sharing himself and his music with all of us. I feel that we are truly blessed with what he has left behind. So much beautiful music and images. So, so much. I feel truly blessed that I was here to witness this man's gift and that I recognized early on what a brilliant musician he was. I thank God for that. Prince is gone physically but he will always inhabit many rooms withing my heart and my soul. I love him so much. I wish him nothing but peace.

What a kind and thoughtful OP. Thank you.

luvsexy4all said:

AlgeriaTouchshreek said:

What can you do?

[Edited 10/4/16 19:03pm]

keep listening ..and spreading his music..

There was a car outside the house the other week with 'Stare' blaring out of the windows - that made me smile

Hello All, I just wanted to say I'm new to the org. I've been reading ever since Prince passed, then decided to join. I too am still grieving very hard, harder than I thought I would. Thanks so much for this thread. I needed to be amoungst people like me. I can't talk to friends/family because they aren't Prince fans, so they don't get it. I miss the man terribly . I just wanted to post because it's been six months already and it still feels like yesterday. May he Rest in Peace because he is truly missed.

Welcome! There will always be the full spectrum of grievers, fans, admirers, commentators, and voyeurs among us, and moving through this place in seeking and finding their way too.

Purplelycan16 said:

Hello All, I just wanted to say I'm new to the org. I've been reading ever since Prince passed, then decided to join. I too am still grieving very hard, harder than I thought I would. Thanks so much for this thread. I needed to be amoungst people like me. I can't talk to friends/family because they aren't Prince fans, so they don't get it. I miss the man terribly . I just wanted to post because it's been six months already and it still feels like yesterday. May he Rest in Peace because he is truly missed.

You are such a caring and genuine person, StopIt!

StopIt said:

Welcome! There will always be the full spectrum of grievers, fans, admirers, commentators, and voyeurs among us, and moving through this place in seeking and finding their way too.

I still feel so sad at different moments. Prince should still be with us, getting ready for his next tour. This was a nice & thoughtful post for those that are really suffering.

Thank you so much for posting this. I'm still struggling, but I think I'm getting better now. Talking it out with ppl who understand really helps.

Just wanted to share a little experience I had today, ...two weeks since I went to Minneapolis for the tribute concert and to visit Paisely Park. I had to travel more than 2000 miles to make that pilgrimage, wont be going on any other trips for a long while, but it was worth it. I have thought about Prince everyday since he died. Never get enough sleep because I always have to watch "just one more" performance video on You Tube before I go to sleep, into the wee hrs of the morning. Never got to see him live, (always working, looking after kids, never enough money, too far to travel, wouldnt hear about the event till it was too late and all the tickets were sold out, etc). I swore this year was going to be THE year I would see him, somehow, somewhere I would get to the Piano and a Microphone tour. Trolled the internet everynight looking for clues as to where the next show would be and how I could get a ticket. Imagined that I would relish the sweet experience of seeing him / us growing older and more mellow, getting better with age, worth the wait. And then the news broke. Felt like the bottom fell out. How could it be? Not possible. I became obsessed, fixated with every detail, descended into another world. Hard to reconcile the depth of my grief with the fact that I never knew him personally, but he touched many of us in that way. I am no stranger to grief. One of my own sons died as a baby, a kind of grief I shared with Prince, though I never had a chance to tell him how sorry I was for his loss. Anyway, I knew I had to go to MN to pay my respects. The concert had its highlights (and lowlights), and the afterhours dance parties were fun and funky and somehow cathatric just to be there with other people who were there in the same spirit. Then I made my out to Chanhassen and made a little side trip up north to purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka before visiting Paisley Park. The visit to PP was a lot to take in, visually, acoustically, emotionally. Wish I could have spent more time there. Two hours was not enough. At times I was wonderstruck, at times almost overcome and barely able to keep my knees from buckling under me. But there were light and lively moments too, including a little time spent in the studio space where his ping pong table was. We were invited in an off hand way by the guide to try our hand at ping pong while others were posing for a photo op by his piano. Well, I hadnt played ping pong in 45 years, but I picked up a paddle (I'm sure it wasnt Prince's own paddle) and smiled and invited another middle aged woman to rally with me. That lit a sparkle in her eye and she accepted. We played for a few minutes and it was fun. I thought of the many tales of Prince whipping peoples' ass at the game and it made it even more fun. I felt like I was channeling his enjoyment of the game. Then when it was all over I had to get on the plane and come home. Back to my other reality. My husband and kids and wonderful grandchildren. My job, the housework, and the bills. Anyway fast forward to today. I was coming out of a yoga class at our little community centre when I saw the ping pong table in the games room where the teenagers hang out. And I thought to myself, I should start playing ping pong again. It's a lot of fun. So I looked around to see who I could invite to play an impromptu game with me, and there was a fellow I know who was just hanging around at the front desk. I said, do you play ping pong, and he said, yeah, well, sometimes. So I challenged him to a game and he took me up on my invitation. We played for about a half hour and boy did we have fun. I hadnt seen him smile and laugh like that in a long time. In fact I dont think I have seen him enjoying himself like that ever since his teenage son shot himself in his bedroom. We have spent many hours talking about the grief of losing a child and how the hell do you get through it and keep living? But this evening we just put our shared grief aside and played ping pong. Thank you Prince for showing us another way. Love and respect always. P.S. I think I'm going to keep playing ping pong.

Thank's for this last few day's have been rough for me

missing prince so much

northernrain said:

Just wanted to share a little experience I had today, ...two weeks since I went to Minneapolis for the tribute concert and to visit Paisely Park. I had to travel more than 2000 miles to make that pilgrimage, wont be going on any other trips for a long while, but it was worth it. I have thought about Prince everyday since he died. Never get enough sleep because I always have to watch "just one more" performance video on You Tube before I go to sleep, into the wee hrs of the morning. Never got to see him live, (always working, looking after kids, never enough money, too far to travel, wouldnt hear about the event till it was too late and all the tickets were sold out, etc). I swore this year was going to be THE year I would see him, somehow, somewhere I would get to the Piano and a Microphone tour. Trolled the internet everynight looking for clues as to where the next show would be and how I could get a ticket. Imagined that I would relish the sweet experience of seeing him / us growing older and more mellow, getting better with age, worth the wait. And then the news broke. Felt like the bottom fell out. How could it be? Not possible. I became obsessed, fixated with every detail, descended into another world. Hard to reconcile the depth of my grief with the fact that I never knew him personally, but he touched many of us in that way. I am no stranger to grief. One of my own sons died as a baby, a kind of grief I shared with Prince, though I never had a chance to tell him how sorry I was for his loss. Anyway, I knew I had to go to MN to pay my respects. The concert had its highlights (and lowlights), and the afterhours dance parties were fun and funky and somehow cathatric just to be there with other people who were there in the same spirit. Then I made my out to Chanhassen and made a little side trip up north to purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka before visiting Paisley Park. The visit to PP was a lot to take in, visually, acoustically, emotionally. Wish I could have spent more time there. Two hours was not enough. At times I was wonderstruck, at times almost overcome and barely able to keep my knees from buckling under me. But there were light and lively moments too, including a little time spent in the studio space where his ping pong table was. We were invited in an off hand way by the guide to try our hand at ping pong while others were posing for a photo op by his piano. Well, I hadnt played ping pong in 45 years, but I picked up a paddle (I'm sure it wasnt Prince's own paddle) and smiled and invited another middle aged woman to rally with me. That lit a sparkle in her eye and she accepted. We played for a few minutes and it was fun. I thought of the many tales of Prince whipping peoples' ass at the game and it made it even more fun. I felt like I was channeling his enjoyment of the game. Then when it was all over I had to get on the plane and come home. Back to my other reality. My husband and kids and wonderful grandchildren. My job, the housework, and the bills. Anyway fast forward to today. I was coming out of a yoga class at our little community centre when I saw the ping pong table in the games room where the teenagers hang out. And I thought to myself, I should start playing ping pong again. It's a lot of fun. So I looked around to see who I could invite to play an impromptu game with me, and there was a fellow I know who was just hanging around at the front desk. I said, do you play ping pong, and he said, yeah, well, sometimes. So I challenged him to a game and he took me up on my invitation. We played for about a half hour and boy did we have fun. I hadnt seen him smile and laugh like that in a long time. In fact I dont think I have seen him enjoying himself like that ever since his teenage son shot himself in his bedroom. We have spent many hours talking about the grief of losing a child and how the hell do you get through it and keep living? But this evening we just put our shared grief aside and played ping pong. Thank you Prince for showing us another way. Love and respect always. P.S. I think I'm going to keep playing ping pong.

What a beautiful post! I think no matter what, we ALL have regrets. Even those that saw him 100 times wanted more. The reality is there's no use in beating ones self up. We all had lives, responsibilities, bills, etc. and it just wasn't feasible for us to make Prince a priority. It doesn't make you any less of a fan.

.

The real message is your story above. I truly believe Prince would love this. You took something that Prince instilled in you, and by doing so you showed kindness to that fellow and put a smile on his face and shown a light where perhaps he had only seen the dark. I believe every act that we do has a trickle down effect and we never know the true value. Hugs.

northernrain said:

Just wanted to share a little experience I had today, ...two weeks since I went to Minneapolis for the tribute concert and to visit Paisely Park. I had to travel more than 2000 miles to make that pilgrimage, wont be going on any other trips for a long while, but it was worth it. I have thought about Prince everyday since he died. Never get enough sleep because I always have to watch "just one more" performance video on You Tube before I go to sleep, into the wee hrs of the morning. Never got to see him live, (always working, looking after kids, never enough money, too far to travel, wouldnt hear about the event till it was too late and all the tickets were sold out, etc). I swore this year was going to be THE year I would see him, somehow, somewhere I would get to the Piano and a Microphone tour. Trolled the internet everynight looking for clues as to where the next show would be and how I could get a ticket. Imagined that I would relish the sweet experience of seeing him / us growing older and more mellow, getting better with age, worth the wait. And then the news broke. Felt like the bottom fell out. How could it be? Not possible. I became obsessed, fixated with every detail, descended into another world. Hard to reconcile the depth of my grief with the fact that I never knew him personally, but he touched many of us in that way. I am no stranger to grief. One of my own sons died as a baby, a kind of grief I shared with Prince, though I never had a chance to tell him how sorry I was for his loss. Anyway, I knew I had to go to MN to pay my respects. The concert had its highlights (and lowlights), and the afterhours dance parties were fun and funky and somehow cathatric just to be there with other people who were there in the same spirit. Then I made my out to Chanhassen and made a little side trip up north to purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka before visiting Paisley Park. The visit to PP was a lot to take in, visually, acoustically, emotionally. Wish I could have spent more time there. Two hours was not enough. At times I was wonderstruck, at times almost overcome and barely able to keep my knees from buckling under me. But there were light and lively moments too, including a little time spent in the studio space where his ping pong table was. We were invited in an off hand way by the guide to try our hand at ping pong while others were posing for a photo op by his piano. Well, I hadnt played ping pong in 45 years, but I picked up a paddle (I'm sure it wasnt Prince's own paddle) and smiled and invited another middle aged woman to rally with me. That lit a sparkle in her eye and she accepted. We played for a few minutes and it was fun. I thought of the many tales of Prince whipping peoples' ass at the game and it made it even more fun. I felt like I was channeling his enjoyment of the game. Then when it was all over I had to get on the plane and come home. Back to my other reality. My husband and kids and wonderful grandchildren. My job, the housework, and the bills. Anyway fast forward to today. I was coming out of a yoga class at our little community centre when I saw the ping pong table in the games room where the teenagers hang out. And I thought to myself, I should start playing ping pong again. It's a lot of fun. So I looked around to see who I could invite to play an impromptu game with me, and there was a fellow I know who was just hanging around at the front desk. I said, do you play ping pong, and he said, yeah, well, sometimes. So I challenged him to a game and he took me up on my invitation. We played for about a half hour and boy did we have fun. I hadnt seen him smile and laugh like that in a long time. In fact I dont think I have seen him enjoying himself like that ever since his teenage son shot himself in his bedroom. We have spent many hours talking about the grief of losing a child and how the hell do you get through it and keep living? But this evening we just put our shared grief aside and played ping pong. Thank you Prince for showing us another way. Love and respect always. P.S. I think I'm going to keep playing ping pong.

Thank you for sharing your experience. It was very touching. I don't know how I'm going to react when I do get to see Paisley Park. I do think it's odd that the urn is there on display, but then again where else would he want to be laid to rest? I know what you mean about going on Youtube to watch the vids- there always seems to be more and more of them popping up now and I just want to sit for hours and watch them all. But, life tends to interrupt and I can only see so many of them before I gotta log off and go back to my life.

Sometimes when you need somebody...there ain't nobody there.

I'm still grieving and my family thinks I'm nuts.

I watch Prince's videos over and over every night. I just can not believe he is gone. The world feels cold and empty without him in it.

I never felt this way about any entertainer's loss before.

I am heartbroken that he is gone. He was my generation. There is no one left. no one.

He was the last great one to leave us.

I hope everyone is doing much better lately. If not, my offer still stands. I may be having a hard time dealing with it lately but I'm always willing to listen and help others get through this major loss. It will help me too

northernrain said:

Just wanted to share a little experience I had today, ...two weeks since I went to Minneapolis for the tribute concert and to visit Paisely Park. I had to travel more than 2000 miles to make that pilgrimage, wont be going on any other trips for a long while, but it was worth it. I have thought about Prince everyday since he died. Never get enough sleep because I always have to watch "just one more" performance video on You Tube before I go to sleep, into the wee hrs of the morning. Never got to see him live, (always working, looking after kids, never enough money, too far to travel, wouldnt hear about the event till it was too late and all the tickets were sold out, etc). I swore this year was going to be THE year I would see him, somehow, somewhere I would get to the Piano and a Microphone tour. Trolled the internet everynight looking for clues as to where the next show would be and how I could get a ticket. Imagined that I would relish the sweet experience of seeing him / us growing older and more mellow, getting better with age, worth the wait. And then the news broke. Felt like the bottom fell out. How could it be? Not possible. I became obsessed, fixated with every detail, descended into another world. Hard to reconcile the depth of my grief with the fact that I never knew him personally, but he touched many of us in that way. I am no stranger to grief. One of my own sons died as a baby, a kind of grief I shared with Prince, though I never had a chance to tell him how sorry I was for his loss. Anyway, I knew I had to go to MN to pay my respects. The concert had its highlights (and lowlights), and the afterhours dance parties were fun and funky and somehow cathatric just to be there with other people who were there in the same spirit. Then I made my out to Chanhassen and made a little side trip up north to purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka before visiting Paisley Park. The visit to PP was a lot to take in, visually, acoustically, emotionally. Wish I could have spent more time there. Two hours was not enough. At times I was wonderstruck, at times almost overcome and barely able to keep my knees from buckling under me. But there were light and lively moments too, including a little time spent in the studio space where his ping pong table was. We were invited in an off hand way by the guide to try our hand at ping pong while others were posing for a photo op by his piano. Well, I hadnt played ping pong in 45 years, but I picked up a paddle (I'm sure it wasnt Prince's own paddle) and smiled and invited another middle aged woman to rally with me. That lit a sparkle in her eye and she accepted. We played for a few minutes and it was fun. I thought of the many tales of Prince whipping peoples' ass at the game and it made it even more fun. I felt like I was channeling his enjoyment of the game. Then when it was all over I had to get on the plane and come home. Back to my other reality. My husband and kids and wonderful grandchildren. My job, the housework, and the bills. Anyway fast forward to today. I was coming out of a yoga class at our little community centre when I saw the ping pong table in the games room where the teenagers hang out. And I thought to myself, I should start playing ping pong again. It's a lot of fun. So I looked around to see who I could invite to play an impromptu game with me, and there was a fellow I know who was just hanging around at the front desk. I said, do you play ping pong, and he said, yeah, well, sometimes. So I challenged him to a game and he took me up on my invitation. We played for about a half hour and boy did we have fun. I hadnt seen him smile and laugh like that in a long time. In fact I dont think I have seen him enjoying himself like that ever since his teenage son shot himself in his bedroom. We have spent many hours talking about the grief of losing a child and how the hell do you get through it and keep living? But this evening we just put our shared grief aside and played ping pong. Thank you Prince for showing us another way. Love and respect always. P.S. I think I'm going to keep playing ping pong.

Thank u 4 sharing your story!

And I'll go on singing!

Somebody told me (and many other singers) singing is the best gift from God!

He's right! I'm just beginning to unwrap this gift with passion and gratitude.

Healing!

had a dream last night that my coworker had concert tickets, and so i started scouring and trying to score tickets to all the performances in states nearby. and i knew i had to hug him because of all the sadness lately.


then i woke up, and remembered, and the melancholy hit again.

Astasheiks said:

Seem like Prince just died Yesterday...

More tears... I thought I would be over this by now.

I hear some saying to step away from the org for a while, or stop listening to his music, or don't read articles about him, don't look at pictures. In other words "Out of site, out of mind". I can't do it, nor do I want to. I still want him and his music in my life, not gone from it. ?? I've accepted that it's just going to take some time and that's just how it is...

I don't think 'removing' him from my life is a good way to deal with this.

I know it's getting better because songs that use to make me retreat into a fetal position and ball my eyes out, I'm now able to listen to and sometimes even sing along to without shedding a single tear. That's progress, right?

Then there are other songs, stories, pictures, quotes, videos and posts like this one, that put me right back to the day I heard about his passing.

WTF?

[Edited 11/4/16 15:14pm]

[Edited 11/16/16 13:19pm]

DiamondStarr said:

Hey guys, I just wanted to add my 2 cents. Been a lurker here for a long time but never felt the need to post, I even had to avoid this site and anything Prince related after he died 'cause just hearing his name made me burst into tears. The raw shock of Prince's death has passed for me now but I'm still devastated he's gone and cry most days about it - I always imagined him being like Little Richard, still going at a good age. It's not fair.

It's comforting to see some others here who still deeply miss Prince. This is such a massive loss to the world and I feel for some of you even more than myself cause some of you have been fans since the beginning and Prince's music has been the soundtrack to your lives so I imagine it's like losing a piece of yourself. I was just a casual fan and it's like someone grenaded my heart so I can't imagine what some of you hardcore fans are going through.

Like many others, I never got the opportunity to see Prince live, go to Paisley, meet other fans.... we always think we have more time to do the things we want, and, well, there's always so many responsibilities to deal with first. I don't feel bad about not meeting him though - he existed in the world, he did what he loved and he knew he was loved, that's all that matters to me.

I've been in the process of completely changing my life since Prince died - not just because Prince died because Jan-April had killed me 7 different ways already but Prince's death was the final straw that made me reflect on things and think, "If I died right now, what do I have to show for it?" I realised, not much, so I've been working to change that. His death has got me back into creating music and art too, even if I'm not very good at it, it helps comfort me when I miss him.

Btw, anyone is welcome to orgnote me too if you wanna talk to someone. Thank you for this thread.

My condolences to you all.

Thank you for sharing this. I am one of those who have been a fan since Controversy was released and while each day gets easier the pain is still there. I always thought that Prince would be around forever.

Kryptonite said:

Hey guys, I just wanted to add my 2 cents. Been a lurker here for a long time but never felt the need to post, I even had to avoid this site and anything Prince related after he died 'cause just hearing his name made me burst into tears. The raw shock of Prince's death has passed for me now but I'm still devastated he's gone and cry most days about it - I always imagined him being like Little Richard, still going at a good age. It's not fair.

It's comforting to see some others here who still deeply miss Prince. This is such a massive loss to the world and I feel for some of you even more than myself cause some of you have been fans since the beginning and Prince's music has been the soundtrack to your lives so I imagine it's like losing a piece of yourself. I was just a casual fan and it's like someone grenaded my heart so I can't imagine what some of you hardcore fans are going through.

Like many others, I never got the opportunity to see Prince live, go to Paisley, meet other fans.... we always think we have more time to do the things we want, and, well, there's always so many responsibilities to deal with first. I don't feel bad about not meeting him though - he existed in the world, he did what he loved and he knew he was loved, that's all that matters to me.

I've been in the process of completely changing my life since Prince died - not just because Prince died because Jan-April had killed me 7 different ways already but Prince's death was the final straw that made me reflect on things and think, "If I died right now, what do I have to show for it?" I realised, not much, so I've been working to change that. His death has got me back into creating music and art too, even if I'm not very good at it, it helps comfort me when I miss him.

Btw, anyone is welcome to orgnote me too if you wanna talk to someone. Thank you for this thread.

My condolences to you all.

Sweetheart- I know exactly how you feel. I didn't even buy the last three albums that he released before he passed and I, too, feel guilty, like I had abandoned a life-long friend, someone who was always there for me through the good and bad times. He was always there for me, always. Whatever mood I was in, whatever life tossed my way, he was a-l-w-a-y-s there for me. But, I got tired of the little games that he played with his fans- saying a new album would come out and then it didn't happen, etc. I stuck by him for over 30 years but things in my life changed and my world outlook changed and I lost the joy for his music that had carried me through life since I was a young guy. I can't change the past but I can make my future better by rediscovering the joy in his music and also the person who was Prince. He will always be 'alive' for me, even though he's gone from this level of existence. I know someday that I will be able to have the chance to say 'Thank you.' and give him a hug and tell him that I love him. This I know to be true- when someone touches your soul like he did they are a part of you for all time. Don't beat yourself up anymore for not staying with him- he knows that you meant well and still do.

luvgirl said:

I just can't seem to get over Prince's death. It seems I'm doing fine on a daily basis. I can go for weeks just enjoying his music, but eventually something pulls me back into the sadness of losing him. Especially when something goes wrong in my life, it always equates back to-AND PRINCE IS GONE TOO! His death makes dealing with every curve ball life throws my way that much harder. I'm not a therapist, but I am mindful enough to know that it has something to do with the fact that Prince helped me get through a rough childhood. He was there to help me when I needed someone the most. He helped me handle the toughest time in my life and now he is gone forever, no longer able to help. His music and share magnetism transported me away from the world of verbal and physical abuse that was my existence back then. He did that for me so profoundly. With his pictures gracing the pink wall of my bedroom with his pose, nothing could hurt me when I was listening to Prince. No angry words could haunt me. He was my happy place, and no one was able to take that from me. He was my hero. The thing is, I wasn't there for him the way he was for me, and that kills me. On top of his death, I have to deal with the guilt I feel for not following his music after Diamond and Pearls. I'm embarrassed to even say it. Especially to you steadfast fans who have always stood by him. I envy all of you so much because Prince was more than just a teenage idol to me, but somehow I let him slip away without saying thanks the way you have done. He was always in my heart. I was always a fan. I went crazy if I saw him on TV or if I saw a picture of him somewhere. I was just happy to know he was around. Living in the same world I was living in. There for me to explore again whenever I wanted to, but he needed me to be there just as profoundly as he was there for me, and I let him down. A few months before he past, out of nowhere I told my sister that I wanted to see him in concert. I came back too late. I never got to see him. I'm compensating now, I know that. I go overboard with buying all his music. I spend too much time watching all his videos. Too much time reading books about him trying to catch up on what I've missed. I spend too much time here on the Org, but I will still never get that chance to say thanks in the way that really counts, by supporting him when he was alive. So yea, it's hard to get over Prince's death because for me the first hurdle is getting over my guilt. I would like to say thank you to all you guys that stood by him all these years. Thanks for buying his albums! Thanks for sticking by him when he was the unpronounceable symbol! Thanks for supporting him through all his ups and downs! Thanks for waxing poetic about everything he did! Thanks for going to see him in concerts and yelling out "We love you", at the Piano And Microphone show! That touched me deeply. I felt like you were saying that for me. Thank you. [Edited 11/9/16 9:37am]

kingricefan said:

I found this today and it brought me some comfort. Hopefully, it will do the same for you.