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Doves Are Crying…And So Are We

My son Roman came to visit me for a couple of days.  Yesterday afternoon I dropped him off at the Paoli train station so he could be on his way back to New York.

It was a sad moment for me because I can’t stand to see any of my kids leave after visiting me.  I get a really, really empty and sad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Add to that, Bonaparte texted me to let me know that the job interview I had two days prior, led nowhere.  I had another empty feeling in my stomach and that general feeling of absolutely no future.

When I arrived home, I received a text from Roman.  He asked me  “Did u hear the news”.  I replied “what news?” “is everything ok?”

His answer was “Prince is dead”.

My reaction exactly. No. Just. NO!

I figured it was one of those celebrity hoaxes because there was no way….

But the news was, unfortunately, true.

And in my sleuthing of news to find out what happened, I came across this shit from TMZ.

TMZ hinted that Prince’s death could have been from an overdose of drugs.

But not the recreational drugs.  TMZ hinted it could have been from painkillers due to bodily damages that his body took from his performances.

Performances in making his fans happy.

Roman, who works at SNL, was incredibly lucky to be a part of the SNL Anniversary Show–and the after party was a great memory for him as he snapped this pic of Prince performing at a jam session at the party!  Roman says it was the best night of his life!

If this news is true. I ask that you not judge.

Have any of us ever taken prescription or over-the-counter drugs?  I know what MY answer is.

I have taken many prescription medications over the years to ease my emotional pain.  My spirit is a damaged one and needs to be healed.  My emotions are fragile and medication has always taken my inner pain away.

Unfortunately, I have no medical insurance so those medications are a thing of the past. Instead I have to live with my demons.  Writing helps to ease that pain somewhat.

But this isn’t about me. This is about an iconic musician.

And I despise the media for putting a spin and sensationalizing the loss of a great and talented man.

Instead, I want to remember lovely and great things about Prince and the musical gifts he gave us.

Back in the late 1970’s I heard “I Wanna Be Your Lover” by Prince. It was the first time I heard him and I loved the song.

I loved everything about this song. I loved the catchy tune. The lyrics. His Falsetto voice and his cool look.   It never occurred to me that this bundle of cuteness would grow to be one of the most important musicians of all time.

I grew into my adulthood with him.  His songs carried me through life as a single woman living in NYC. His songs got me through highs and lows in my life.  When I hear certain songs, I think of people that have come and gone and those I miss.

My Little Prince’s music made quite a mark on some life events…

I remember driving on the West Side Highway one morning. I was driving Jake downtown to school at St. Ignatius Loyola.  As was our routine, we listened to the radio.  The DJ at Z-100 mentioned a bit of Prince trivia.  He said Prince’s favorite meal was Pot Roast made with a can of Pepsi.  I decided to try it and added a can of Pepsi to my regular slow-cooked Pot Roast. Viola!  From then on, “Prince Pepsi Pot Roast” became a regular on the menu!

“Purple Rain” will always remind me of my friends Dick and Lisa Kern because we were all obsessed!

I wanted a Raspberry Beret.

I loved Tom Jones even more after he did a cover of Prince’s “Kiss”.

I never realized that Prince wrote “Manic Monday” for The Bangles. Nor did I realize he wrote “Nothing Compares 2 U” for Sinead O’Connor.

Prince–you sly Minx, you!  You wrote the most incredible songs–not just for you but for so many others!

Today I’m sad. And I’m on the verge of tears. My tears aren’t only because we have lost a musical genius, but they are for all the vicious speculation that sensationalist cheap news media will report.  And people will judge.

It doesn’t matter HOW  this talented man left us. What matters is that he left us. And we are all affected.

Prince–thank you for making moments of my life memorable. Thank you for your beautiful musical gifts. Thank you for your individuality.   Thank you for your Pot Roast!

You’ve made the doves cry but the angels are singing.

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