I was reading in the "Daddy Chair" about an hour ago when the phone rang. It was my son--calling from his room upstairs. "I thought you should know--I just got a breaking news update on my phone that Whitney Houston died." He came downstairs and we surfed the net, looking at IMDB, the Huffington Report, the Hollywood Reporter, CBS, CNN, ABC, BBC. Her death had been reported erroneously before, but this time, sadly, it was true. I cried. She was a sister in Christ--troubled, struggling, often appearing to be angry, but probably just a little scared or frustrated. I loved her voice and I loved her verve. I don't often shed tears for strangers in the entertainment world, but this death struck me harder than others. I can't say that she was a good person or a strong person--I'll leave that to the people who actually knew her. I'll just say that she was a very-much-appreciated person. I'm sorry that she left so soon.