I came of age with Whitney Houston’s music.
I built dreams with her voice echoing through my mind.
I found the strength to cope with many a tragedy as the sheer power of her talent damn near held me up.
I fell in love…made love…fell out of love…and then did it all over again and her music was there.
...until it wasn’t.
I woke up this morning saddened by her death and with her version of A Song for You playing through my mind.
Now I’m just going to listen to the melody because her love is in there…
...in a place where there is no space or time.
And now that her life is over…I’m remembering when it was almost like we were in a room together and it was like she was singing a song just for me.
There was just her voice.
My eyes were closed tight.
And the final note lifted..it soared, like air…
So beautiful I just had to shake my head in wonder at it.
…that I weep for the end of it.