I still can’t get over Christina Grimmie’s death. Never, in a million years, did I think I’d be blogging about something like this regarding her. I was looking forward to when her full-fledged album would come out just so I could hear even more from the singer I watched growing up. Seven years I’ve followed her–I watched her go from making covers in some dimly lit corner of her bedroom with Sonic the Hedgehog posters, to performing in The Voice finals, to watching her soar even higher and knowing she was going to be a superstar someday. She grew from this talented, bright young girl to this beautiful and wonderful young woman, and I grew up with her, watching her videos and listening to her music.
But now she’s dead. People have been telling me all day, “Don’t cry. It’s sad, but you didn’t really know her. People die all the time.” Alright, fine, perhaps that’s true. But this girl has been an inspiration to me from day one, there’s never been a time I haven’t followed her, there has never been a time when she and her music deserted me when I needed it most. Sometimes, a voice in the dark is all you need to light the way home. Regardless if I’ve never met her, regardless if I never got the privilege to know her for the truly amazing person I know she was, I can still cry because this beautiful person was taken in one of the cruelest ways possible, for no reason at all, and her voice will never bring me home again. I will never get the chance to see her in concert, I will never get to see her vibrant smile on a new Youtube video, and I will never get to hear her sing again. She is simply gone, dead. And it wasn’t the, “Oh some famous person died again. Yadda, yadda,” that people have been preaching to me all day. It’s more than that.
Christina Grimmie was a 22-year-old girl with the brightest future possible. Years ago, she sat in her bedroom and sang songs with Sonic the Hedgehog behind her. Some time later, she took the stage, and I got to see how far she had come. This year, she was touring, and could have possibly released a full-length album. She was going to be a rockstar someday, and everyone knew it. In fact, she was already a rockstar for me. But then it was all ruined.
Christina Grimmie was murdered. She was shot in cold blood after a concert when she was meeting with fans. She didn’t just die–she was murdered. No one can sugarcoat this. A young woman was murdered. She was killed. She was shot, and she died because of it. She was murdered. That’s the real tragedy in it all. To watch her, this candle, burn brighter and brighter, just about to shine the brightest it ever could, the brightest it was always meant to burn, to suddenly be snuffed out, just a quick blow, and the light is gone. It’s extinguished, and you have no lighter or matches to relit it, it’s just gone. You will never see it shine again. A man came along, for no reason whatsoever, and murdered Christina Grimmie. He snuffed out her candle. And it’s not like we can take a match and relight her. There will never be another Christina. We can’t bring her back to life.
She was murdered. She was killed before she got the chance to fully shine. We can’t bring her back. This is all such a god damn shame, and I just… God damn it, I’m still at a loss for words.
I don’t know what else to say.