Facebook hasn’t been accessed yet, but one can only imagine that it’s filled with posts about the passing of Whitney Houston. When I saw the Internet news on AOL about her, my heart sank. And, you know, it was shocking to see that she was only 48 years old.
Just days before the Grammy Awards… people must be scrambling to change the flow of the show, celebrations might be quieter, lights might be dimmer…
(Sorry… I feel like I’m just rambling. So many feelings dashing around in my heart.)
Reading one article, there was a video of her last performance… according to the article anyway. Whitney was singing “Amazing Grace” with someone else. A part of me was startled hearing her raspy, gravelly, almost unrecognizable voice… yet another part of me was comforted hearing that oh-so-familiar warmth and tenderness as she sang.
The first time I ever heard her voice was the duet she sang with Jermaine Jackson, “Take Good Care of My Heart”. (Way back in 1984.) Had bought the record and fell in love with that song AND her voice. Then she came out with her own album the next year.
No matter how she lead her life, no matter what choices she made, we are all blessed that she shared her amazing voice and talent with us.
Ms. Houston, may you rest in peace…
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