Whitney Houston, the pop singer whose towering voice helped her ascend to the top of the entertainment world before drug abuse brought her crashing back down, died last week. She was 48.
Houston sold 200 million albums and singles worldwide and rose to fame in the middle of the 1980s with such hits as “Saving All My Love For You” and “How Will I Know” — was found dead in her fourth-floor room in the Beverly Hilton Hotel, sources said. Police said emergency responders were on the scene in less than three minutes and administered CPR, but were unable to revive her. She was pronounced dead at 6:55 p.m. New York time.
Whitney had said in one of her songs, “If I should die this very day, don’t cry, ’cause on Earth we weren’t meant to stay, And no matter what the people say, I’ll be waiting for you after the judgment day”
We pray that you are now in the safe hands of the father, but we will miss you Whitney, and we will always love you.
What comes to my mind at this point is the poem by John Donne
“Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.”
– John Donne