Today has been a bit of an odd day. I can go years without hearing an artist. Michael Jackson was a perfect example. I loved him....but I didn't always listen to him. When he passed, I cried. Whitney Houston. I grew up with her! A perfect memory from my childhood was riding down the road with my mom and Whitney coming on. I was singing away as I do with EVERY song and she was making fun of me at how terrible I actually sounded. Even though it has been years since I have listened to her music, I can still sing every word to her songs and I still feel an empty space with her gone. I tried to keep a happy face today because lets face it....I really don't know her. What it boils down to is, a very important era for me is gone and as hard as I try, I still accept death with as much understanding as a newborn does to their new world.
Regardless though, Sundays are almost always good days. Exploring, relaxing, preparing....just good.