When I typed the title to this post, it auto typed the words Etta James, Don Cornelius...and now within a matter of weeks I'm wishing Whitney Houston a peaceful here-after. Ben and I were talking and he says, "And the freak out over Whitney being dead begins,"
I just said, "What?"
"Whitney Houston is dead."
Confirmed through CNN, I was soon to know every bit of minutia about Whitney Houston, including the reaction of people walking down the street of her old neighborhood.
I have no commentary on the use of drugs, no jokes that would belittle what her babygirl is going through, her Mama, the rest of her family--not to mention her fans. All I have is a sense of mortality that at 48 years old her body stopped working. And I'm sad that another talent is lost to the world too soon because of something that quite possibly could have been avoided.
With that statement I will play you one of my favorite Whitney songs; Shoop Shoop. It's from the movie Waiting to Exhale.
Sometimes you'll laugh
Sometimes you'll cry
Life never tells us, the when's or why's
When you've got friends, to wish you well
You'll find your point when
You will exhale...yeah