misachan | With somebody who loves me

By now everyone is in the world has heard about Whitney Houston's death yesterday at age 48 (I found out through twitter, as I find out all news), and I didn't expect to be reacting as emotionally as I am because I never really considered myself a fan. I think it's just that Whitney Houston's voice is on the soundtrack of my childhood; my grade school choir sang "Greatest Love of All" and "I Will Always Love You" was so omnipresent that I still know all the words even though I haven't listened to it in years. She was one of those great talents every hoped would pull herself up and be as bright and shining as she is in our memories. And she seemed to be getting there! There's a movie coming out in August! She was supposed to perform last night! It's just so sad.

There's something just so lonely and tragic about dying alone in a hotel room literally a floor away from people who adored her.

Goodbye, Whitney. You made the world more beautiful.