Succulence here, there, and everywhere.

I remember hearing her songs on the radio and watched her on MTV when I was still a kid. Of course, like other children, I didn’t know much about her and just knew she was a popular celebrity in the US. Growing up, I heard her pepper the airwaves with songs whose titles I don’t even know by heart. But I knew they were great songs performed with so much passion, fervor, and elegance. Her voice flowed through the airwaves just as how every great performer would (and should) do.

While most people grew up with Michael Jackson and maybe the Beatles in the background, I grew up with Whitney’s music. The occasional top charters, the strong association with the Bodyguard, and her jarring and very well talked about battle with relationships and drugs make her one of my top of mind names of artists to even leave an impression so lasting that even though her songs are left without titles in my mind I feel sadness for what the world lost but I keep dearly in my childhood memories.

It’s like losing an aspect of your past that while they linger there, you realise they’re no longer somewhere out there and that you will no longer see nor hear them. Not now, not anymore, not ever again.

So long, Whitney. Thank you for leaving me one of my most favourite songs of all time.

R.I.P. Whitney Houston 1963-2012.