It's not often true heroes happen, real life marvels who seem to pour out greatness and bring joy to so many people.
Today I lost mine.
To say I'm heartbroken and devastated right now would be an understatement.
For a man of such small stature Prince was always viewed as a giant, as an artist who was on a level by himself with such such skill that he was admired by his peers.
It's very rare you ever hear anything bad about the man that was an enigma to so many, a recluse in so many ways yet one of the finest show people we've ever had the pleasure of seeing in this lifetime.
Not only could he play countless instruments and play most if not all of the parts on his enviable back catalogue but Prince had the ability to back it up on stage, it didn't matter if he had the best musicians on the planet joining him (most of which I'm sure would agree Prince would do as good if not a better job himself) or if it was just him playing piano and reminiscing on stories...
I had the pleasure of seeing Prince live and to this day has still been the greatest gig I've seen to date, no support act just 3 hours solid of a man whose drive was ridiculous.
The brightest stars do tend to burn out brighter but I'm lucky enough to have had Prince play a major part in my life and I'll be eternally grateful of the huge amount of work he managed to produce.
There will never be another like him and for that I'm truly grateful.
'Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last'