But the loss of an inspirational star’s life has its own, equally profound effect, because it hits us in an altogether different, more personally resonant place. When we lose an icon, we lose a sense of the dreams we all want to hold onto and a glimpse of the magic that we believe in. Even if our dreams don’t come true as they do for the luminaries we revere, stars are symbols that a dream is worth trying for no matter who you are, or where you come from.
The last time I felt this way was on August 31, 1997, when the beloved Princess Diana was taken in a fatal car crash. Whomever has envisioned living an enchanted life, becoming a Princess or at least has felt they had the potential to be as poised, confident, and loving, Princess Di served as the living embodiment of these kinds of dreams for every young girl and I dare say, most women. We felt a connection to her because of what she represented and mirrored for each of us.
It is apropos that on Grammy night, I mourn another light that has been too soon extinguished from Earth, only this light was connected to a heaven sent voice; that of church inspired singer, Whitney Houston. She is added to the list of those I have admired, celebrated, respected and honored who have passed.
But Whitney’s death leaves a particularly pronounced hole in my heart, an unwavering sadness and a list of unanswered questions.
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