Remembering Whitney

Photo courtesy In Style Magazine January 2010 issue

Whitney Houston.

I remember with perfect clarity, the first time I heard Whitney Houston’s version of The Greatest Love of All. My Daddy and I were driving down South Capital Street in DC. The day was sunny, her voice was clear, fabulous, pure, brilliant, amazing. I was 10. But I knew. I knew that THIS was a voice that I would never forget.

Of course, I was right. Her voice soared. It made you tremble, rejoice, and dance. It made you sit in front of your mirror with a hairbrush and try to sing just like her.

I loved me some Whitney Houston.

I loved her through her ups and downs. I loved her through the drugs, through the pain, throughout everything.

I feel like I’m mourning a friend, a family member, a sister.

I will always love Whitney. Her talent, her voice, her legacy will always be remembered over here.

I will be praying her for Mom and her daughter. I will be praying for her friends, her loved ones. She was loved. She will be remembered.

Rest in peace.