And that's why, when I read the news of Whitney's untimely passing, I was swarmed with grief. I grew up with her songs. In fact, her second album, Whitney, reminded me of my Shah Alam days when I was taking the American Associate Degree from Indiana University. Her Bodyguard soundtrack serenaded me with the hauntingly rendered "I Will Always Love You" when I went to the States to pursue my architecture degree.
I still remember watching The Bodyguard at the theatre on Lincoln Way in Ames and later on rented laserdisc from Movies To Go. Her voice was unique. It was always a toss between Mariah Carey and her… but I always prefer Whitney. She got class. My ears wouldn't hurt listening to her high notes.
It's sad. It was so sudden. She's only 48. The fact that she passed away at the same hotel where Clive Davis' party was planned that night and where she was supposed to perform, was surreal. At the time of writing, the police was still in the dark about the cause of death. I just hope that it's not suicide, though several media outlets hinted on that. It's a tragic end to a wonderful and gifted songbird. It's a sad end to a person who had enriched millions of lives around the world with her songs and powerful voice.