Whitney Elizabeth Houston actually left us some years ago. In a sense, her death Saturday was anti-climactic. Regardless of any toxicology results, I have no doubt: it was the drugs that took her from us. It had happened already.
It is rare to have someone sing and bring tears to your eyes, but that is what Ms. Houston did. I remember sitting in the theater when my wife and I went to see “The Bodyguard” years ago, and sensing the chills up and down my spine and the tear forming when she blew us all away with “I Will Always Love You.”
She had a gift from God. So why does someone throw away something like this, let her star fade, and die an ignominious death in a bathtub when she could still be arousing our finest emotions with that voice from another world?
There will never be another voice like Whitney Houston’s. There will never be another Whitney Houston. She was what she was. And for a brief, brief time she made us feel things we seldom felt before.
When are we going to realize what drugs are doing to the best of us and do something about it?