And I Will Always Love Whitney

And I Will Always Love Whitney

I don’t remember exactly how old I was when I fell in love with Whitney Houston. Maybe I was 6 or 7.

I just remember it was night time and we were on a family road trip headed south to visit family in Lake Charles. The radio was on and they kept playing this one song over and over again. At least once every hour. But no matter what we were doing, when it came on, we stopped talking and would just marvel at how beautiful the singer’s voice was. Just taking it all in like it was brand new each time it played.

That was my introduction to Whitney Houston. The song was “You Give Good Love to Me” and God her voice was rang through as clear as a bell. Just simply angelic. Even at that young age, I recognized it and even after all of these years, I’ve never heard a voice like that again.

We all know celebrities are people just like the rest of us, but there are some whose gifts are so amazing, so life-altering that they become interwoven into the fabric of our lives and for me Whitney Houston was definitely one of those people.

I mean, talk to anybody between the ages of 25 and 45, especially women, and I guarantee at least half of them are going to share a similar story, like mine, of how and when they fell in love with Whitney.

Of course, after the 90s, her voice never sounded quite like that again, but she was still one of those people who’s music was just part of the foundation of my life as I knew it.

While she fell from grace time and time again, and many of us laughed (yes, I laughed many times) I still wanted her to make it. After all, she was like family. Like that favorite cousin that you used to want to be just like when you grew up. The one who was so full of life and seemed to have it all, but got off track. You just wanted them to find their way back.

Her death, no matter how inevitable or predictable it may have been based on her troubled life, shocks my system just like the sudden loss of a loved one. It’s like yet again, another piece of my childhood is gone.

And if I’m feeling this way, I can’t even begin to imagine the mountain of pain her family is going through. I pray for them, especially her daughter, and I think of and pray for everyone else I know out there who is battling those same demons each day just to get through this life.

God I pray they find peace. And I pray she’s finally free.


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