Last weekend, the singer with a voice from the heavens, Whitney Houston, left us at the young age of 48. And I still feel as if someone hit me hard in the chest. It stings; I feel as if another part of my childhood is gone. Despite her demons and decades of struggle with addiction, I hope her soul has finally found the peace that she searched for here on earth. Whitney will always be my favorite fairy godmother who taught me through music to believe in the impossible and that it is okay to be strong and vulnerable at the same time.
“Impossible” from the 1997 remake of Rodger and Hammerstein’s Cinderella with Brandy and Whitney Houston
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