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Whitney Elizabeth Houston
1963-2012
By Marteze Harris
Monday, February 13, 2012
Marteze Harris #161543
Waupun Correctional Institution
Post Office Box 351
Waupun, Wisconsin 53963
As I sat typing on Saturday, February 11, 2012, I started hearing other prisoners saying that Whitney Houston is dead. I continue typing, trying to block out the talk, wishing it not to be true. But the more I hear, the more it starts to sink in that this might not be frivilous conversation. So I turn on my radio and, sure enough, Whitney Houston is dead. Found dead in her hotel room at the age of 48. I knew immediately that drugs were involved. Another great dead before their time.
I grew up with the beautiful sounds of Whitney, thinking that she was the most beautiful sister in the world. Her voice could bring tears to your eyes, make you want to save the world, and make babies all at the same time. How could something so beautiful ever be held inside of one person?
Whitney, you will be missed, Baby Girl. May you find peace in the next life that you could not find in this one. You are gone way too soon, but only God knows the day, time, and hour that He will call you home.
To all those people out there blogging, media outlets, fifteen minutes of fame seekers. Those out there whom wish to bring up Whitney's flaws, mishaps, pains, and struggles, man, let her rest in peace. Her past is her past. She is gone now. So whatever she did, none of that matters anymore. She is gone. Her daughter, Bobbi Christina, should not have to hear all of this. Just because people want to be a sound bite for those whom love gossip, stop it and let Whitney's family grieve in private. Whitney deserves a whole lot better than that.
Respectfully,
Teze
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