Tragedy is a kick in the gut. It's personal.
Where do I begin? At the 9th-grade dance, rocking out to Ms. Houston? Sobbing to "I Will Always Love You" after a particularly difficult break-up? Going nuts with the Whitney lip-sync in a car ride with one of my best friends? All of the above, people.
At the risk of sounding . . . well, I don't know . . .I'm struck about how she died. So diva-like (hello, Cleopatra!) on the evening before the Grammys.
Sad weekend.
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