Memory Lane

It was really sad to hear that Whitney Houston passed away the other day. She had so many ups and downs over the years, but I never thought that she would be one to die so young. It brought back a wave of memories for me because my dad and I would listen to her music in the car on the weekends I spent with him. It's funny how memories are marked many times by the music of that period. The weirdest part of it, for me, was that my dad died at 47 and she died almost 15 years later at the age of 48. The coincidences between the two lives are just a little too similar.