On April 21st 2016, my husband sent me a text from work.
He asked if I heard the news about Prince's death.
I was walking and suddenly had to sit down when I read his message.
My heart was beating fast.
I felt exhilarated and surreal and just pure happiness
as if my unattainable lifelong dream had finally materialized.
And I whispered in my heart, "Thank you God."
But my bliss was short-lived.
I knew that something was not making sense.
My husband never met my brother whose name was Prince, short for Princeton.
He wouldn't casually call my brother by his first name, much less tell me that he died.
I realized my husband was talking about Prince, the famous American musician.
All the momentary elation and rejoicing I felt drained away.
Tears were in my eyes.
I realized it was simply too good to be true.
I never told anyone,
but in the truest words I could ever say,
that brief moment when I thought my brother was dead
was honestly the only moment I felt such exultation in my entire life.