RIP: Whitney Houston

I was devastated to find out early this morning that Whitney Houston had been found dead in her suite in the Beverley Hilton. She was just 48 years of age.

The first reports coming out are that she was found in the bath, possibly from an accidental death due to prescription drugs. 

What a tragedy.

For so many years now I had been so hoping she would overcome her well-documented drug addiction and demons. Whilst others made fun of her and mocked her descent into drugs and delusion, I kept hoping, hoping and hoping the Whitney I had loved would return. I even found myself defending her on more than ocassion, as if I somehow owed her that. Like millions of fans around the world, I kept willing her on, so hoping she'd make that big comeback and put all the darkness behind her and be the star once more that we had all fallen in love with back in the 1980s.

But it was not to be. An icon of my youth, the epitome of all that was good and talented and beautiful in that era, is now gone. A voice like no other, a presence like no other. Gone.

There is a reason why the photo I have included of her in this post is one of when she was younger, before the darkness descended upon her.



Goodbye, Whitney. I am so very, very sorry.

I shall miss you...very much.