Although it may sound like a cliché, I will Always Love You, Whitney! R.I.P! It’s amazing – one day everything is fine, I’m away from my desk for one day and…
I remember someone said once, explaining to a wee kid, that people aren’t dead, when they die – they just go on an island somewhere. Whitney Houston went on a journey, yesterday, to that very island! Somewhere around 4PM, February 11th 2012, Whitney we all knew and loved was pronounced dead.
Everyone knew and witnessed the mess that she was, her life was public and everyone could see and judge. Just like we could see and judge Amy Winehouse. And Michael Jackson. And so many other immensely talented people who brought so much joy to others and less to themselves.
It must be an artist thing – exchanging your personal life’s satisfaction with the stage life satisfaction. Giving everything, expecting the same and receiving the worse in return. Of course we want to know what happened! If she overmedicated, everyone will be relieved and say: see? That’s why she died! She brought that upon herself with her hectic, superficial, weak way. And they’ll say life goes on, and they’ll move on. Forgetting.
Whitney is dead. I can’t believe it. I don’t even care why they die on us, I don’t even care to know the cause of their passing. I only want to remember them as they were. Troubled and oh – so – talented! What they do outside the stage, outside the recordings studio is their businesses. It’s their life. They already gave us so much!
Whitney, you gave us so much! Thank you! And forgive me, us, for closing our eyes and ears to the troubles you were in just because we only wanted to see and hear your bright side! There’s a dark side to the Moon, let alone to every one of us!