Mood:
sad
Topic: Entertainment
I knew I had something to say; to write and blog about.
It's not like or as if it were of some importance; the chances of it surviving my memory would be limited.
But given the peculiarities of memory; and possibly mnemonics, and some sleep deprivation, and the chaos of life, and the coldness of the world; it's entire interface a iconic monolithic faceless demagogue as impersonal as a bank teller ...
and also the grey and drear of the west coast weather, the creative intent to drive the spirit of ths entry is worse than a twisted knot, in fact it is so bad it is worse than that.
I am absent and missing a follow-through here.
I am one of many; tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions with a shared experience Saturday night of loss and grief.
As if the cascading cadences of her superior voice which ran riven through so many peaks and valleys in a new second life of music could match in tandem step with the beat of our very lives and could be composed by song and played by ear by this gifted melodic voice.
We feel stunned. We feel ripped off. As if taken to a dizzying height; shown a beautiful view and dropped of on its precipice.
Maybe part of me wishes I had more to say and yet another more wiser part know thats to say less; says more.
But I know one thing and one thing that sticks with me, as I try to compact my mind with the usual standby adages about life and taking what ever it throws you, to stand firm, believe in life getting better, that this will pass...
and this one thing is that life is just far, far , far too precious and short to let people you love, people you care about, even the near misses in life ...get away with not giving them a hint, an indication, something in writing, a dedication, a thought put into action...anything that says something about their presence in your life and what it means to you....but silence
So goodbye Whitney Houston; this is not easy-,...you are leaving the party early-,..and you gave so much as its reason for celebration.
But you are going home right now and at this height, the one you showed people and allowed them to see through the power of your voice really is beautiful...and it lasts as long as our memories hold of all the treasures you left before your imminent departure.
"People change, and often they become the person they said they will never be." - attributed to Whitney Houston
http://youtu.be/JL_xk5kXSts
Posted by mach1231
at 3:20 PM PST
Updated: Wednesday, February 15, 2012 2:30 AM PST
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