Just a few minutes ago we were in a car driving home after a long walk with Oscar, when the song came up on a radio. It was Whitney Houston’s Saving all my love for you. The melody took me back to 1986 when I first heard it… My mum just got a vinyl version of the singers’ first album and we played it so often that the flat seem lifeless whenever the music stopped. Whitney was the very first artist who made me, an admirer of Bach, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky and Mozart, believe that there’s more in this life than classical music and it’s actually pretty good. She made me fall in love with her songs, her incredible amazing voice that sounded like clean spring water and it was her album that I used a few years later trying to improve my English. I sang along whenever I felt happy and sad, I played I will always love you as a medicine that got me through my first heartbreak and watched The Bodyguard whenever I needed a dose of romance.
All this went through my mind as the song was playing on a radio, but the news I heard next felt like a blow in a head – Whitney Houston died last night in her hotel room.
I’m struggling to believe that she is gone. I find it so unfair to lose such a talented beautiful person and make her a part of my memories rather than reality.
R.I.P.
Photo source: Whitney Houston album cover 1985
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