Rest in Peace to my first POA....
Apr 22, 2016 2:58:46 GMT -8
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Post by LovelyJune on Apr 22, 2016 2:58:46 GMT -8
I have to say something about Prince's death yesterday because, honestly, he was probably my first PoA. I remember when Michael Jackson died and everyone went crazy. People were crying. I thought, "Are you kidding me? You act like you knew the guy personally..." Well, now I understand.
I think I cried all day yesterday. No, I mean, I sobbed. I had devoted so much fantasy time to that man for a good ten years--I had every single solitary one of his albums, his 45s, his cassettes and his CDs; I knew every song, I could tell you which album each song came from; in high school, my walls were painted purple with the big EYES from the Purple Rain album; I lost my virginity to The Beautiful Ones with a kid who I believed was the closest thing I could get to Prince--I devoted so much emotional time to that man that when I heard the news, I felt I had lost an old love. I lost a part of my history.
Aside from my father, Prince was probably the man who influenced me most and fueled my love addiction. Everything I was running away from, everything I wanted to be was wrapped up in that man. I think I changed the chemistry of who I was the night I first saw him in concert. There was no going back. He changed me.
Ironically, or coincidentally, both my father and Prince died at age 57. And ironically, or coincidentally, they both died on the same exact date. Yesterday was the 12th year I mourned the passing of my own father.
Reports are trickling out but they think the "flu" scenario was a hoax. They think, instead, that he overdosed. And that when his plane made an immediate landing last week, it was not because of the flu, but rather, to be rushed to the hospital to receive the "second shot" (a shot you receive if you've overdosed on opiates). If that is the case, then both my father and Prince died in a similar fashion.
At any rate, I am still devastated. Goodbye, my friend. You will be missed.
I think I cried all day yesterday. No, I mean, I sobbed. I had devoted so much fantasy time to that man for a good ten years--I had every single solitary one of his albums, his 45s, his cassettes and his CDs; I knew every song, I could tell you which album each song came from; in high school, my walls were painted purple with the big EYES from the Purple Rain album; I lost my virginity to The Beautiful Ones with a kid who I believed was the closest thing I could get to Prince--I devoted so much emotional time to that man that when I heard the news, I felt I had lost an old love. I lost a part of my history.
Aside from my father, Prince was probably the man who influenced me most and fueled my love addiction. Everything I was running away from, everything I wanted to be was wrapped up in that man. I think I changed the chemistry of who I was the night I first saw him in concert. There was no going back. He changed me.
Ironically, or coincidentally, both my father and Prince died at age 57. And ironically, or coincidentally, they both died on the same exact date. Yesterday was the 12th year I mourned the passing of my own father.
Reports are trickling out but they think the "flu" scenario was a hoax. They think, instead, that he overdosed. And that when his plane made an immediate landing last week, it was not because of the flu, but rather, to be rushed to the hospital to receive the "second shot" (a shot you receive if you've overdosed on opiates). If that is the case, then both my father and Prince died in a similar fashion.
At any rate, I am still devastated. Goodbye, my friend. You will be missed.