It is still a dream to me. I woke up this morning to the realization that we are now existing in a world without Prince. We will never again meet a person with his talent.
At seven years old, when everyone else was wearing matching leather jackets, rocking the jheri curl, and wearing Michael Jackson's glove, I was into Prince. His posters covered my walls, and my closet door was plastered with his pictures. My prized possession came from my English Teacher, Mr. Tibbetts, who went to Japan and brought me back a Prince CD that even to this day, you still can't find in the U.S.
I grew up as a rebel. I was never afraid to be the only one in a room with a different opinion. As my father once told my husband, "If Kristen makes up her mind to do something, there is nothing you can do to convince her otherwise."
Prince was his own rebel. He answered to no one and I loved it. Who refuses to let people say his name as a silent protest against his record contract? Prince. Who wears pants with the ass cut out on live television? Prince. Who plays every single instrument on his album? Prince
I was drawn to the way that he took hold of life and drained it of every single experience. Just when you thought you knew who he was, he changed up his game. He kept his personal life as private as he could...except for his love affairs and music.
So today, as I truly mourn the loss of a genius, I remember him for two things: Love and Music. What would the world be without either of these? There will never be a person before or after Prince, who had his personality, his charm, his musical ability, and his thirst for life. I am just glad to be able to say that I walked the world while he was on it.