Whitney Houston was 48 when she passed away, just 3 years older than I am today. She has had quite a life, good and bad times like all of us. I am sitting here watching CBS Sunday and each time they show a picture of her or start to talk about her, I get a lump in my throat and have to swallow hard. "When the eulogies have ended, let's let Whitney rest in peace" says the reporter on CBS and I agree. As he said, "She was someone's daughter, someone's mother," and I think we should not drudge up all the bad stuff about her where her daughter and mother has to hear or read about it.