DAYUM...

Yesterday I watched a video of Whitney singing, I Didn't know My Own Strength. Funny, but tears welled up in my eyes. Ever since she died I didn't know what to say or how to say it, but I've wanted to say something. Well, today is the day that I let it all out. Will my words omit a roar of thunderous applause or be listed in history books for world scholars who follow in my foot steps to teach from? That I don't know. I do know I have to get the words out that have hung around since Whitney Houston died. Are you ready? Brace yourself - DAYUM...

Yep, that's it. That's all. I thought I'd have words on top of words; feelings that flowed from me the same as a raging river that wished to beat each rock in its path to bits. Simple addition did me in. Shock + Huh + What the...= DAYUM...

Yeah, I know we are all going to die one day. And yeah, I know the stories about Whitney, but for me it's still an unexpected tragedy. DAYUM...

The first time I heard a Whitney Houston song was in 1985. I was stationed in HOT ass Fort Hood, Texas. I was a 94B, a cook, so I was in the Mess Hall just about to burn up a pot of chicken when I heard her voice coming from the radio. I was so excited 'cause that child could blow! I asked another girl who was trying to compete by singing along with her and she told me. Now that I'm thinking about it, that same girl borrowed $30 from me and never gave it back. She was a short, round red thang. If anybody knows who she is tell her Hudson is lookin' for her and its about'ta go down. Broke heffa... That day when I finished my duties I went to the PX and bought her cassette tape. You Give Good Love is still my favorite Whitney Houston song.

Whitney made me think I could sing and she was such a pretty woman. I wanted to wear my hair like she did, my make-up, and get in a video and rock it out. I really wished I could be as thin as she was. She was like my big sister. She was someone I always rooted for.

I prayed for her to grow stronger. I hope she knew that no matter what, she was loved. To know that God chose her to bless this earth with that beautiful VOICE had to make her feel some type of special. And have beauty and grace, too? Nothing But Love is my favorite song from the, I Look To You CD. I don't know what else to say. I'll pray for her child and her mother. Just sad.

I'm 46; she was 48. I believe Whitney's soul has moved on to what He has planned for her. Still, this is a hard one right here.When you don't have anything to say, don't say anything. Or in this case, just say DAYUM...



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