Saying Goodbye to Our Prince: Minneapolis Celebrates the Legend and the Man

I think I for one am still in denial and shock.

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Prince meant so much to this community. Seeing how Minneapolis is grieving has been one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. Everywhere you look you see his influence and the love people have for him.

Saturday night I went to Target Field Station to watch Purple Rain. I ran into some amazing ladies from Chicago that were there to say goodbye and celebrate Prince’s life. We sang along to the songs, hugged, took selfies, and enjoyed the sweet dance moves of some of the other attendees. The air was electric.

I met up with my Minnesota friends after and we stood in line for hours to get inside First Avenue for an all night dance party. Many wanted to bail and some did. I for one would have never forgiven myself because for me this was how I needed to honor him.

Once inside it was clear it was worth the wait and despite many saying they would only stay for “one song” we all stayed until the wee hours of the morning dancing and loving Prince. Bathed in purple we laughed and smiled and cried and hugged.

The moment they played Purple Rain everyone put their arms around each other and sang along. A man in front of me was visibly shaken and crying. A woman I didn’t know put her arm around me and we gave each other a real hug at the end of the song. I didn’t take a photo, because some moments are just meant to be lived. I do however have a selfie from later to document the time there dancing away the morning. It was one of those moments I know I’ll remember for the rest of my life. People around me compared it to a spiritual experience.

The moment they played Purple Rain everyone put their arms around each other and sang along. A man in front of me was visibly shaken and crying. A woman I didn’t know put her arm around me and we gave each other a real hug at the end of the song. I didn’t take a photo, because some moments are just meant to be lived.

I do however have a selfie from later to document the time there dancing away the morning. It was one of those moments I know I’ll remember for the rest of my life. People around me compared it to a spiritual experience.

When we went out the rain was pouring down and the purple lights of the city were reflecting in the puddles. My friends grabbed a taxi and I went back to my car. They were off to get some pancakes, but I had to work shortly after getting home so I took a moment by myself to reflect.

I drank some coffee and powered through the day. Some things are worth it.

For me, saying goodbye to Prince was only going to happen with an all morning dance party with strangers and friends showing their love and appreciation. It isn’t about how he died for us. It is about how he lived. Rest in peace, Prince. Minnesota will never be the same.

❤ Always Jenny

 

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