It’s been more than one month since the evolution of our lives – the erasure of a staple of our childhoods and youth has disappeared – since Prince transitioned from this life to the next. I recall calling my granny, who is oddly aware of all things new, and asking her if she remembered Prince. Just to make sure I was sharing my emotions with someone who could relate. She said, “Yeah. I remember him!” I gently broke the news to her as I wish someone had done for me, “Well, he passed away.” Her response was the greatest I’v heard as of yet. “Oh no! Not the fancy one!”
Yes granny. Just like that. Poof! He’s gone. Just as magical as his career and life appeared to be, so was his disappearing act he gave us on April 21st.
She hit the preverbal nail on the head. He WAS fancy. Never did we see him in jeans. Never was a hair out of place – even after a 3-hour show because after all his mussed hair was just plain sexy. Never was his makeup smeared or questionable – even when he wrote “Slave” on his right cheek.
I’ve been reduced to watching videos of interviews, old concert clips, saving nearly every photo posted of him on social media. All with the hopes of holding on to him and making reality not real. I am failing miserably. Just like when Michael Jackson died, everyday there are updates about his estate, his family’s arguments and upcoming decisions, the hundreds of “children” that are looking for a payday, the violation of his used-to-be private vault and the impending circus. Nevertheless, I must admit however, that his posthumous debacle is much less than MJ’s was.
Regardless, I must say that the pain is still real. I get that hard lump in my throat that goes up in my head to my eyes where the tears cause excessive blinking to start. I don’t want them to fall. I get a little embarrassed to get so emotional about a man I didn’t know personally. But the man I did know is one who turned me on, made me dance, gave me a smile (and occasional laugh), made me question the realness of myself. I always knew a lot of Prince’s music was rooted in his faith. So many times he referred to God coming back. Even the backward sounds hear at the end of his most controversial song, “Darling Nikki” references in Him “coming back”. Which leads me to believe that prince was way more ready for his entrance into the afterlife than we, his fans, were.
Check out the lyrics to “7”, “Sign ‘O the Times”, “God”, and my personal favorite, “I Would Die for U”. These are the songs I’ve had on serious rotation since April 21. No worries, I listen to and love “Purple Rain” but I need the reassurance that he’s ok. I need to know that he believed in something that would bring him, and myself comfort. I’m a believer and it soothes me to know he was too. No of us are perfect and people will mention who he was in the 1980s. But would any of us like to remember who we were 30-40 years ago? What image of us would be seen if there were cameras following us then?
Needless to say, I love Prince and all he did. I was there with him as a youngster. I was there praying with him as an adult. Life is about growth and transition. Even though I feel that he transitioned too soon, he reminds us that our trust in God should overpower any and all pain. I’m trusting, Prince. Thanks for your music and, most definitely, the message.