It’s amazing how his genius resonated so deeply with so many. Prince was my light and my dark. It’s like he knew how to move me. He felt my energy and I his. Although I started with the first album, hearing Sexy Dancer at age 8 or 9 and was totally mesmerized, it was 1999 that was my coming of age and into my own groove with Prince. Little Red Corvette was on repeat just so I could hear the last part, “You’ve got to find a love that’s gonna last.” And then listening to Free and I’d find myself crying because those words, in that song, meant so much and still do. And the infamous 1999, it was listening to that album that I knew I was all in from that point forward.

I miss him and his mystical, magic self. Even though we still have his music, I am no longer gonna be filled with butterflies and a joyous anxiety awaiting his next concert. That’s what hurts the most.

Thank you for sharing a warm memory and allowing me to share mine.

Peace & L💜ve4OneAnother