I’m still slightly numb to the passing of one of music’s most mellifluous voices. Saturday night, Whitney Houston reportedly succumbed to unknown causes. She was 48.
I remember the first time I saw the cover of Whitney—her big, voluminous, fly hair, that bright smile surrounded by 80s red lips, and that popped up shoulder, which I believe was a product of her popular shoulder bop. I was in awe of her beauty. Then my mama put the needle on the record and I became entranced by her bold voice. 
In the last 20+ years of her tumultuous life of fame, Whitney Houston endured the admiration, the idolatrous fandom, the very public scrutiny and the constant intrusion of her inner workings. Through it all, her most avid supporters remained steadfast in their hopes of her full recovery.
Her voice and her spirit will continue to bring love and light to the millions who she has touched in her lifetime. My thoughts go out to her family, especially her daughter, Bobbi Kristina, her mother, Ms. Cissy Houston, and her ex-husband Bobby Brown.
Rest in Power to one of the greatest voices the world has ever heard.
