Sue Skibinski got up at 5 a.m. Wednesday in Syracuse, N.Y., and flew to the Twin Cities.
"My soul said I need to be here," she said Wednesday afternoon outside Paisley Park on the fifth anniversary of Prince's death.
After she entered the atrium of Prince's studio complex in Chanhassen, she stood somberly behind the purple velvet ropes, looking pensively at the urn carrying the Minnesota icon's ashes.
Shaped like Paisley Park with a large bejeweled purple glyph on the front, it rested on two mirrored pedestals, surrounded by bouquets and trails of differently colored flowers, and was illuminated by purple floor lights.
Like 1,400 other fans, Skibinski was able to pay her respects, 10 at a time for 10 minutes. She has been a semiregular at Paisley Park since 2000. The day Prince died, she said she was a "complete mess," calling in sick for the only time in 27 years at a physical therapy business.
In Paisley's atrium, Skibinski, with her purple mask and Electric Fetus hoodie, contemplated silently with the other fans. Boxes of facial tissues were stationed on either side of the room. Above, two doves cowered in the corner of a giant cage on the mezzanine.
Music played more softly than any tunes Prince himself ever played in his house. First, "Adore" and eventually "Purple Rain."
Then it was time to head to Paisley's parking lot, where fans inscribed messages on white table coverings with, of course, purple Sharpies. People signed in from California and Florida and Minnesota. They drew hearts and Prince symbols and spoke from their hearts.