The Artist commonly known as Prince gathered us all together to get through this thing called life. I thought life meant forever until I heard there was an afterworld. You didn’t buy it.

I still remember the day you casually said that you didn’t believe that there was any life after death.

You calmly explained your version of dust to dust as I seethed inside because I thought you were so. Very.

Short.

Sighted.

But we were still young enough to believe we’d live forever and that’s exactly what we tried to do.

I never thought a day would come when in this life I’d be on my own. Alone. No you. No us. The sky grew black with my grief and the pain of seeing you in that…box…that suit…that way…changed my very DNA.

I sat in sackcloth and ashes numb and dumb, wondering if you had simply ceased to exist the way you had planned. So I cried myself sore and lit a candle just for you. Imagine my shock when I blew on it; I huffed and puffed and it never went out.

Call me crazy but I knew you were still my King, still alive, still in love. Energy never dies, it simply changes its form. I know you are now where you can always see the sun.