That seems to be the theme for 2016.
Thanks to this time and place, we are losing a lot of our musical artists from the 60s and 70s.
It's just that time of life.
But, we are also losing (Heaven's gain) artists and performers who are not at that time and place.
I have also lost some personal friends and family, as well, over the last seven months.
It feels like it's never ending.
Regardless of the time and place, when it's time to go, it's time to go.
Regardless of whether I've had time to catch my breath from the last loss, another comes my way.
Which is what happened to me, Thursday, April 21st.
I was still reeling from losing a friend when I got up Thursday morning to this:
I always admired this woman, simply because she took her physical difference and found a way to make a living with it, as well as inspire.
Yes, she had her struggles, but she never gave up and was always reinventing herself.
ON TO WORK
I posted the above post to my personal Facebook account and went on my way.
Bummed that it looked like we lost someone else to a prescription drug debacle, but not necessarily grief stricken because, well, not to be mean, she never took up that kind of space in my heart.
That afternoon, as I was pulling up the Internet to do some work I got the breaking news.
Prince had died.
I could not truly react.
I had stuff to do.
My boss pissed me off, making a big deal about it, telling everyone not to tell me because of how upset I was over David Bowie.
I made a crass comment "That was David Bowie."
I went back to work, with no one understanding why I wasn't more upset.
I went about my day, Friday.
Checked out everyone's Facebook statuses.
I was in total disbelief that I was not taking to Facebook with my grief, connecting with all the others who understood what I was going through.
He was my generation's Bowie.
Always reinventing himself, waving his freak flag, comfortable with his sexuality, another misfit mentor, closer to our age.
In recent years, I had lost track of what he was doing, but that doesn't change the fact that he meant the world to me for the longest time and was a huge influence on my basic values and world view.
An incredible musician/performer and kindred spirit.
I was numb.
I had nothing to say.
Everyone else was saying it for me.
I took my father to his appointment, then this happened:
And if you don't believe me, then you haven't really dug into this blog.
The Universe is always "pulling" stuff like this on me, and if you allow yourself to sit back and really, see, the Universe is always "pulling" stuff like this, on you, as well ;-)
No matter where you go, there you are.
It was all there, waiting for when I was ready.
And Friday night, I was ready.
It's where I connect with like minds.
Where I can easily connect with family and friends, spread out all over the world.
To me it is a gift:
First, all of the responses to the above post:
Then, some funnies:
And, another quiz:
Finally, the best video ever!
HOW ABOUT YOU?
I'd love to hear your Prince memories.
How he influenced your life.
Comment below or drop me a line.