I was brought up listening to the sound of the guitar. My brother Paul was a gifted guitarist. He was self taught and could play anything. My parents home was a happy place until in 1983, Paul died of a heart attack aged just 31 years. I was 14 and really didnt know how to deal with it. The house which was once full of laughter was now deathly quiet apart from the sound of sobbing. I'd lie on my bed listening to music. Prince was my music of choice. His guitar playing and voice touched my soul. For the time the music was playing, I could escape the grief and the sorrow of what was happening in my life and be transported to this other world where this beautiful purple light shone on me. The pain of losing someone never goes away but Prince got me through a really tough time in my life. The first gig of his I went to was 'lovesexy' in 1988. It was breathtaking. He took me on a journey and I never wanted it to end. When I heard Prince had died, I wanted to jump on a plane to the States (I live in UK) but I couldnt afford it. A kind lady on fb placed flowers at Paisley Park for me which was lovely of her but I am now saving up to get there myself one day. I am truly heartbroken. I have all these feelings and memories from my teenage years and I never got to thank him for helping me through my darkest days. There will never be anyone like him. I listen to Prince's music to try and cope with the loss but it makes me cry until I have no tears left. His beautiful music truly touch my soul and his death has broken my heart. Goodnight sweet Prince. Thankyou so much for the music.Xxxx
Wendy Isaacs, Bristol, UK