I don't know how many of you will actually read this. I will not be posting this on any of my social networks, so if you-the subscriber happen to stumble upon this, I suggest you also take some time to reflect upon our fallen star.
Its been about ten days or so since the world found out that we had lost Whitney Houston. I didn't watch the funeral. I feel like I would've gotten angry like I did for Michael Jackson's funeral. To be honest, I've been a bit of a wreck. I mean, I cried when we lost MJ, but I'm like really depressed Whitney is gone. She was such a big part of my life and I just hate that she left this world as a joke and forever labeled as a crackhead. I feel like this happens too often to other fallen stars--Amy Winehouse and ODB for example, left the world too young, and the world didn't raise its brow in the slightest way because no one was surprised. Well, I'm here to say, I'm always surprised. I'm surprised we've become conditioned to shrug it off when we lose a brother or sister because "they had it coming". I'm not okay with that. For the loss of Whitney, for the loss of MJ, for anyone.
We don't know how she officially died just yet. But out of respect to her, I'm just not going to type/assume anything, until we hear results. She's still a person, someone's mother, sister, and niece. No one should joke about her passing.
The photo I posted is the way I will always remember her. This was when she won a Grammy in the late 80's/early 90's for best pop vocal. I was just a kid and remember being in awe of her and feeling so honored that she had a daughter named Christina, whom she addressed on camera that it was time to go to sleep since it was past her bedtime. I obediently turned off the television and felt like a good little girl because I listened to Whitney.