Farewell to Prince
By Jennifer Shanteau
Prince….wow..you’re gone. Deep breath…..trying not to sob…not, not to cry….not to sob. It’s been over 24 hours since I found out. Your energy is now gone from this earth….your vibrations….your life, your soul. Wow. I can’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it. I want to go to bed and wake up tomorrow finding out it was just a bad dream. I feel restless. Pain. I hate this. You were the one I listened to in my bedroom on my Walkman when my parents didn’t know. Purple Rain was the movie I watched at my grandparents late at night after everyone went to bed, but they didn’t have HBO or Showtime or whatever it was on. Back then, you could hear the sound and the picture would be blurry if you didn’t subscribe to the channel. I watched the whole movie like that just to see you. That was all I had. I grew up with you. You were my friend. You understood me, though you were older and always wiser. I always looked up to you, so did everyone else. I listened to your old songs today, the ones that made me fall in love with you. You are still relevant, because you speak the truth. You were a true legend. I am deeply, deeply saddened by your exit. Nothing will be the same. I have so much respect for you, and that is so rare to have in musicians today. I’m so thankful to have been able to experience your influence. I am truly lucky to have lived when you lived and know your music. Namaste beautiful dove.
