No matter how far stars have fallen, it's a shock when they flame out. I can't think of Whitney Houston without hearing her once-in-a-generation voice at its peak, without remembering how my 6th grade teacher—who inspired my choice of colleges—wanted "The Greatest Love of All" as her wedding song and invited the class to her wedding to sing it. Ultimately, she was told she couldn't use the song at the ceremony, but rehearsing it was a memory. I didn't attend the wedding, but I made up for it by going to college.
No one knows yet what led to Whitney's death, but I regret she didn't preserve her voice. That my mind has preserved it is truly a gift.
My personal favorite Whitney song is "Saving All My Love For You".