I am 48 too. I am a mother too. I have struggled to overcome so much too.
I am still here. Standing. Fighting. Fighting. Fighting.
Why is she gone? Why couldn't she fight more...harder...longer.
This hurts. It hurts more than I can even express.
I know God has a plan. A Plan that surpasses all human understanding.
Maybe all the negative talk will stop. Maybe all the speculations about her drug problems will stop. Maybe she will grow larger in our hearts and minds now that she is dead....as does Micheal, as does Don, as does Etta as does Nick as does so many.
This is a great loss to me. I loved her. I didn't know the depth of that love until this moment. This moment that she is no longer in the same atmosphere with me. Breathing the same air.
I am missing her already and I can't seem to get my bearings about this. I feel so connected and so distant and so sad and so mad. Yes mad. Very Mad. (sigh) (tears) (more tears)
Good bye Whitney. Your music was so much a part of the soundtrack of my life.
I'll always love you.