The account of Whitney Houston's death, which we are all familiar with, doesn’t quite add up. There will always be speculation due to the information that has been withheld from the public. Whitney holds a special place in my heart. Sometimes, when I'm troubled by the circumstances of her death, I sense an inner resistance that makes it difficult for me to express my thoughts. I rarely dream about Whitney, but I sense an urge to hold back when it comes to talking about her. There are moments when a voice tells me to keep my thoughts to myself. Somehow I sense Whitney but I can’t explain how. At times, it feels as if Whitney is still present, even though I never actually was around her. Life and death have a strange way of intertwining, and I sense a connection to her. I can only attribute this to the Holy Spirit or the Comforter guiding me in some way. I can't think of any other explanation. Whitney has been gone since 2012. I’m still thinking of Whitney and hurting.
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