I walked past this scene last night in front of The Beverly Hilton, where Wilshire Blvd and Santa Monica Blvd meet. It took me a moment to realize it was a shrine dedicated to Whitney. This is the place where Whitney took her last breath and the world lost a voice that only comes every so often in a generation.
I beheld the flowers, balloons, photos and cards with notes thanking her for the music, saying goodbye or wishing her rest in peace. Wierd, but it’s at that VERY moment that her death became real to me, weeks after the fact.
She’s gone. She’s really gone. Forever reminding us that the shit is no joke. And by the shit, of course, I’m talking about addiction to drugs and alcohol. Jail. Mental institutions. Or death.
No fucking joke.