Today marks the one year anniversary of Prince's untimely death. It's been a long year. I've listened to my Prince Memory playlist many times. Many, many times. It's weird, right? Just like David Bowie, I can listen to Prince and it's like he's still with us. But I'm realizing that my life's been on pause. Holding on to the memories that remind me of happier days. Like how "The Arms of Orion" reminds me of Soo, or like how the album 3121 reminds me of Hawaii, MPLSoUND/LOtUSFLOW3R reminds me of Mississippi, Graffiti Bridge reminds me of my first Westpac on the USS Cushing (DD-985), Diamonds & Pearls reminds me of the USS Anchorage (LSD-36), and Chaos and Disorder reminds me of my last Westpac on the USS John Paul Jones (DDG-53).
Every song, every album reminds me of a part of my life. A very long, very full life. A year ago, the abilities for milestones ended. Never again would I have a yearly Prince entry to add to my memories. And here I am, a year later, wondering if I've put my life on pause because of his death or because I am afraid to move on. Yeah, it's another failure in a long string of relationships, but it's not the end of my life. Granted, I've spent the last year in my new apartment telling myself that I'm moving on, but I've managed to remain stagnant; like my Prince music collection.
Anyway, just musings. Don't read into any of this. It's a Friday night, Prince has been dead for a year, tomorrow is the second Record Store Day I cannot attend because I'm still trying to figure out how to live on my own as an adult, this month was the last time I had to pay child support for a son I haven't seen in over a decade, and at some point I need to file for yet another divorce after over two years of being separated. I know all of this has been affecting me at work too; I don't really care as much as I should and I'm sure it'll be clear soon. Actually, I'm sure it might be now. Anyway, have a good Friday... until next time.
