We’ve made it to Thursday! I’m linking up with Penny’s Passion for another Thinking Out Loud Thursday! And what am I thinking about today? I’m thinking about Prince. Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of his passing and I’m still in shock that he’s gone.
For those who might not know, I live in Minnesota. And Prince was from Minnesota. His death hit hard because to the rest of the world he was a celebrity but to us he was our neighbor. He WAS Minnesota. He was our Prince.
This week there has been more news released on the circumstances surrounding his death but at this point I feel it matters little. We know painkillers were involved. The other details I don’t care about, it’s not going to change the outcome.
I’ll never forget that day last year. I was at my parents house for lunch and my dad had already gone back to work, but called us and said “they just said on the radio that Prince died” and both my mom and I went “What??” We turned on the TV and there they were reporting live from Paisley Park. I headed back to work and my radio station of choice was already playing Prince music non stop. My social media feeds were filled with people expressing their shock, sadness and horror.
Jen and I had tickets to Amy Schumer at the Target Center that evening which happened to be right across from First Avenue (his famous club from Purple Rain) and people had gathered around his star on the wall. Before the Amy show started Target Center was playing all Prince music and showed footage of him at the George Harrison tribute concert. Amy herself paid respects to him on stage. And then as we left that night we found ourselves in the middle of a huge block party celebrating his life. The mood was so uplifting and spiritual. It was peaceful. It’s something I’ll always remember the rest of my life.
Life has gone on of course. It always does after we lose one of the greats. And I think the greatest lesson we can all learn from Prince is to be yourself and who cares what others think. He was eclectic, bizarre, and flamboyant. He knew others thought he was odd, but he did his thing anyway. He didn’t care what others thought. He rocked on with his bad self. And that is how we all should be. We miss you Prince. Hope you’re riding in that Little Red Corvette in the sky and partying like it’s 1999.
Linking up with Penny’s Passion