Whitney Houston

Whitney Houston passed away to day at the age of 48. She was a popular music and movie star during my younger years. In fact, she had her baby in 1993 in the hospital where I worked at the time. I remember that all employees were forbidden to even go on the same floor of the hospital if they had no business there. Rumor had it that some were fired when they tried to get a glimpse of her. Her baby was named Bobbie Christina after her father, Bobbie Brown. Whitney certainly was a star in her day, having come from humble beginnings after being born in Newark, NJ.

The point of this blog is that it has always bothered me that a celebrity has to die before anything good is ever said about them. In recent years, Whitney had been on tabloid covers with reports of drug and alcohol problems and stints in rehab. She had had some horrible concert attempts in Australia, where it was reported that she sang so badly that concert goers walked out and asked for their money back. But, it seems that recently, she had just filmed a movie and was preparing somewhat of a comeback.

Imagine if all the things that are being said right now after her death were actually said to her face while she was alive, would this outcome have been different? She is being praised and complimented, and they are scrambling to prepare a memorial for her at the Grammy Show tomorrow. But in recent years, there have been very few good things said about her. Now, they say she was one of the greatest singers in history. Too bad she can't hear them say that now.

This moment in time is all we are guaranteed. Make a point of saying the positive things that mean so much to people while they are still alive, because if you wait, you may lose that chance forever. And forever is a very long time.