Thread by @darlingnisi

Thinking about the official tribute for P...and how it wasn't televised for everyone to see. Yes it was 8 trillion hours long (loved every minute), but the world deserved to say goodbye, together. 💔

📷 By Me

I remember feeling exhausted after several hours of being there. I sat down as my feet hurt and Purple Rain started...and I've always been lukewarm about that song in a "of course we have to do this" vain...

The band was playing it live and then a voice began singing. At first I was like "did they get an impersonator or something/?! That's lame!

Then I realized it was HIS voice.

It sounded so present it was like he was there.

And I SOBBED.

I hadn't cried about his passing until that moment because I'm really bad at avoiding my feelings. Plus I always kept him so present, especially with boots, it never seemed like he was gone.

That was the moment I realized he wasn't here anymore.

Only a few times in my whole life I cried like that. When my favorite uncle died, when a close family member was diagnosed with cancer.

It was cathartic to finally get it out, but heart rending.

I....kind of wish more people got to have that experience in safe place where we could all spend hours listening to his actual whole legacy front to back music wise...and then hear HIM send us away....especially with that final "I love you".

Man...