it’s been a couple of months after the greatest female vocalist; of all time; (i believe) Whitney Houston passed away. for me her death has been one of those moments that you can’t believe is true; but somehow you always knew her days were limited. Whitney’s music moved me as a child. i ’d never heard a voice like that and probably never will again. if you had eyes you could clearly see that Whitney was battling demons. drug demons. from her drastic weight loss (although she’s always been thin) to her erratic behavior; you could tell that she was losing control. that demon that many fight to control was now controlling her. some would say she was a functioning addict. i’d like to think she was struggling with living a secular life. Whitney’s faith in God and her church upbringing always made me question why she would let the devil in so deep. Then I remind myself that she’s human and so am I. we make mistakes. some correct them and others succumb to them, but the mere fact that she never let go of her saviour; saved her…… even in death.