When doves cry
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to get though this thing called “life.” Electric words, life. It means forever and forever and that’s a mighty long time. But I’m here to tell you, there’s something else – the afterworld. Prince : let’s go crazy
I had hoped it had been some terrible nightmare, that when I woke up it wouldn’t be so, but instead my worst fears were confirmed, Prince, Prince Rogers Nelson, my Purple Prince had died at the age of just 57 at his home, Paisely Park in Minnesota.
I didn’t realise how hard this would be to write, I’ve been trying to get how I am feeling down but if I’m honest I’m still numb. Prince tributes shows play his hits across many channel, old documentaries and new, but still it doesn’t feel real. An autopsy is carried out, and within an hour he is on his way to the crematorium, I see pictures of his family carrying his ashes, it’s still doesn’t feel real.
I was lucky enough to see him live during his 21 dates at the o2 in London back in 2007 as part of his earth tour, it was easily the most amazing, breath taking live show I’ve seen, to say he was a showman is an understatement and an injustice to him, he didn’t just sing and dance he told antidotes and funny stories and interacted with the crowed, he made what was a massive crowed feel like a small intermediate gig !
I have some amazing pics from the night that I will have to dig out an share with you guys, but I will tell you this funny story. The show ended and there was a massive standing ovation, prince had gone but the cheering continued then all of a sudden there was a small figure running though the crowed someone shouted from the one of the boxes (we was also in a box) “there’s a toddler in the audience !” And then a bother voice said “that’s not a toddler its prince” as he leapt up on to the stage like a gazelle for his encore. We was luck enough to get the tickets though my OH’s work at the time and on the way home we talked about how cool it would be to go back and see him because it was just to much to take in.
For people who don’t understand why others mourn the death of artists, you need to understand that these people have been a shoulder to cry on. Our rock. They’ve been family, friends, leaders, teachers and role models. Many have taught us what we need to know and what to do when times get rough. They’ve helped us move on. They’ve pushed us out of bed. They’ve helped us live when nobody else had time to. Artists have inspired us in endless ways and have been with us though stages in our lives
We’ve made memories with them. So when they die, a part of us dies.
RIP Prince Rogers Nelson 1958 – 2016
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