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It’s not quite sinking in.

Yes, I know what the headlines say — I see them.  Yes and I heard her voice on every radio station.  I even saw Jennifer Hudson’s tribute on YouTube.  And the profile pic changes on facebook, don’t think I don’t see them, but it’s still not sinking in.  

Am I in denial?  I don’t think so, I think I’m just numb.  I mean, first Etta, then Don, now Whitney?  I just don’t know HOW to feel.  WHERE to feel it.  WHEN to feel.

Ironically, I was on a shuttle from Newark airport to New York City when I got the news.  We were connected in many ways, but the connection was never realized.  She’s like that cousin you’ve never met and you’re dragged to their wedding, funeral and know all their business but never met them.  

I was sad before, while she struggled with her addictions/demons, but when she wasn’t struggling, she was brilliant!! Shining!  She was our Aretha, Patti, Minnie, Gladys, Diana, etc; of OUR generation — she spawned the Amys, Adeles, Mariahs, Christinas, Jennifers, Beyonces.

Wow.  It’s starting to sink in.