I'm sorry to hear about the passing of Whitney Houston. The apparent loneliness of being found dead in a hotel room, is just so damned depressing for me to think about for too long. We should all have a hand to hold, and we should all be willing to reach out a hand to those around us. I know everyone is on their own path, but paths are forever crossing. I try to smile at the whiners and scowlers I see. And if I'm one of them, I dare you to smile at me.
In Whitney's absence, it's good to think of her music playing.
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