Well, if you're surprised Whitney Houston died, you really shouldn't be. Nor should it be surprising that they aren't sure what killed her yet; pick a drug, any drug. Who is Larry Ulibarri going to trash without his steady stream of Whitney material? Thank God Mariah Cary's still alive.
All joking aside, I want to sincerely thank Whitney for her Bodyguard album. My sister's and I used to clear away everything in the dining room and sing and dance to that album until we were completely exhausted; often listening to it multiple times. We seriously did this at least once a week for years. Come to think of it, I now have a much greater appreciation for my Father. How the hell did he handle three little girls, Amanda- 9, Sarah- 8 and Me- 7, screeching and whirling around on a continuous Whitney Houston high. What's more, I always remember seeing a smile on his face.
I love you Daddy; and thank you Whitney.
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