The post is a little late (my post punctuality needs to be fixed up), but I was one of the people mourning when I heard that one of the greatest voices of all time, Whitney Houston, has passed away.
Unlike my mother, who was (and still is) devastated about the death of an idol she “grew up with”, I took in the news a little lighter but it was still so sad to hear about, anyway. My mom claimed that her generation (as mentioned by Simon Cowell or someone else on an interview regarding Whitney Houston’s death) has grown up with two of the biggest names that have recently passed away: Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston.
Although I didn’t grow up with Whitney Houston’s music in real time (her career was going down the drain ever since I was born), I still grew up with her music. My mom loved putting on “old” music in the car or when we’re chilling out in her room (Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, ABBA, Queen, The Beatles, Air Supply) ever since I was a kid and I kind of grew up with gossiping with my family with this kind of music playing in the background.
Death is still a very surreal thing to me, as nobody very close to me has passed away before. I hope that none will soon, (or ever), because I don’t think I’ll be able to take it easily. I’ll definitely take it hard, especially since I haven’t experienced any of those for the past 15 (almost 16) years.
Okay, this is another rambling post due to my non-clear head, so I’m going to finish this up and go back to sleep.
Blueaholic is listening to: Whitney Houston’s Greatest Hits
