Whitney

  This week has been a week of losses. We've lost our beloved Whitney Houston who was the backdrop for my youth. I would go to our local teen center and dance to all her hits, I would be in my sixteen year old bedroom with all my Michael Jackson posters covering my walls and just sing along with her hits. I of course thought I was transforming my voice into something that resembled hers, to any witness in my home who I would assume was downstairs turning up the television as to block out my complete deafening version of "I Want to Dance With Somebody". It didn't matter to me, I had my perm, my leg warmers, and my music. When I heard of her death I was shocked. I of course like most of society knew of her history of addiction, but it was still huge emptiness that seemed to fill the air.
This week everywhere I look I see her on the cover of magazines and on the television. I hope that people will remember her voice , her spirit, and her remarkable mark she left on the music industry.