This is a time for me when words and emotions come together and produce nothing. Whitney Houston always had the physical appearance of a princess to my eyes – beautiful, sassy and confident. And when she belted out a note – the heavens opened up. Her voice was regal – if it came from the concert stage or the choir loft, it was all Whitney – it was all real.
Maybe I’m not the one to write this right now because my mind is racing and my heart hurts for Bobby Christina. All I know that Black History month is eleven days deep and two legends (Houston and Don Cornelius, who passed on February 1st.) are gone. The passing of the great Etta James in late January was another.
Whitney’s hit single ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go?’ takes on a different meaning tonight.