I was introduced to Whitney Houston by a third grader back in the 1980s. She wanted me to play a song, but it was a time when lyrics were starting to be daring and bold and a bit racy. So, I said no. She pleaded that it was clean and her voice was great. Still, I declined.
Eventually, I did listen to her first album and was enthralled and discovered a new favorite singer. Her music was even a welcome addition in the aerobics classes I attended.
As time progressed, this young singer also demonstrated the desire to act in motion pictures. The Bodyguard, The Preacher's Wife and a remake of Rodgers and Hammersteins's Cinderella...films that the some critics did not favor.
Again, in time, she eventually married Bobby Brown. And in my opinion, that marriage was the start of her downward spiral. I firmly believe she did not imbibe in alcohol or drugs. She became an addict. She had her ups and downs; her comebacks. She had a daughter.
Forward to 2012, February 12th. I am cooking dinner and around 7:45 in the evening. The radio is on and Carel, the talk show host, is talking about a celebrity who apparently has died. I had no idea who it was until Carel mentioned her name. For a few minutes I was flabbergasted. Gone was that voice. Gone was that actress. 48 years of age. I could only imagine what the cause was.
She will be missed and remembered for her music...not her addictions. Everyone has demons in their closets, but everyone is remembered for something nice. She will be remember for her voice. And for beautiful smile. RIP Whitney. You will always be loved!!
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