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Feb 20, 2012


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Joy Page Manuel

Ahh, yes...1985. You were 13, I was 12, which I think is 'worse'. I was at that threshold, feeling like I knew it all (as most teenagers think) but still defined and seen as a 'child' by most. Mid-80's were years full of drama and everything was magnified (blame it on those hormones and the genetic predisposition for rebellion) and Whitney Houston somehow spoke to all of us with her love songs. Thanks for reminding me of those years and helping me understand why I felt like participating in this grieving period as well. I was never a HUGE fan but it did feel like a huge loss.


I still have that album! I was 25 years old in 1985. I was a big fan. I was saddened by the silence of her voice over the past few years and now saddened by her loss :-)

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