Last night, I spoke at A Night of Passion. It was a wonderful gathering of women. We laughed and had a lot of fun. My poem, Naked Desires, was a big hit. During the evening, someone told me that Whitney Houston died. “WHAT?” I said. I couldn’t believe it. I hoped it wasn’t true.
I grew up listening to Whitney Houston. She created the soundtrack for every teenager in the 1980’s. I remember when we were introduced to her with “Saving All My Love For You.” What a beauty…and, that voice!
I watched the Oprah interview with Whitney a few years ago. I was so happy that she was free of both Bobby Brown and drugs. She looked great and sounded like she was in a good place in life. Now, she will go to the ultimate place in heaven too soon. Whitney was only 48 years old.
I cannot watch anymore coverage about her death…it’s just too sad. I hope I can get through the Grammy’s tonight. My wish is that people, young and old, celebrity, and non-celebrity alike, will wake up and see that DRUGS kill people.
Some people are blaming Bobby Brown for his ex-wife’s death. Is this fair? While Whitney is responsible for her actions, it appeared to the public (based on his reputation) that Bobby was a negative influence in her life. If Whitney suffered from low self-esteem before she met Bobby, the logical conclusion is that their pairing exacerbated her issues, as well as Bobby’s – both of them being addicts. So, while I don’t blame Bobby for Whitney’s death, I acknowledge that he played a role in her addiction – which ultimately lead to her death.
Whether or not Whitney’s death was drug related, the fact remains that drugs ruined her life and her greatest gift of all – that magical voice. Rest in peace, Whitney. WE will always love you.