Whitney Houston

Not a time for funny.

It still hasn't sunk in.  God has lost another one to the Devil.  It seems time and again we see a war of souls being waged when so much talent is endowed in one person.  Along the path of time there's been a long list of these kinds of talent up to Michael, and now Whitney.

How could she feel so worthless to allow the Devil in the drugs to peel away her beauty and talent like a furniture stripper.

I can't imagine the pain  her mother, Cissy, is enduring, watching this decent in slow motion over nearly 20 years.  I don't know Cissy, but I know of  her through a childhood friend of hers.

Whitney, I hope you now know.  I hope you are dancing with someone.  

All those that matter, will always love you.

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