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heard you left here
Felt alone on a playground
I’m lost, in your hometown
Since you left here
    They say time makes it better
But in time, I’ll see you later
We’ll be together, a long time, forever
When I leave here
    But I’ll miss your wit
I’ll miss your charm
Just want to hold you, in my
arms My heart’s sad and blue
You have no clue
How I’ll miss you
    I’ll miss your voice
When you would call
I’ll miss your smile
Most of all
Just us two, with nowhere to go
And nothing to do
I’m gonna miss you
    I take simple precautions
I think of you often
Since you left here
Life a bit harder
I love a lot smarter
Since you left here
The days that I can’t take it
I’ll learn how to make it
With Jesus and memories
Helps me and keeps me
Since you left here
    Oh, but I’ll miss your wit
Oh, I’ll miss your charm
Just want to hold you in my arms
My heart is blue
Cause you have no clue
How I’ll miss you
I’ll miss her voice
When she would call
I’ll miss her smile
Most of all
Just us two, with nowhere to go
And nothing to do
I’m gonna miss you
    So, Lord, just hold her
Hold her in your arms
Rock her in your arms
I’ll miss her voice
I’ll miss her smile
Most of all
Just us two, with nowhere to go
And nothing to do
I’m gonna miss you
    There’ll be tears on my pillow
It’s hard to just let go
When she left here
But what I know for sure
It was a great celebration
And Jesus was waiting
When she left here
    (“I Really Miss You”/BeBe Winans)

    The more I play these stories over in my mind, the more I keep remembering. Like the night CeCe and I sang on
The Arsenio Hall Show
. Whitney had called earlier that day and found out we were going to be on: “I’m coming over there,” she said.
    Sure enough, when we arrived at the studio, she was there. And during the performance, she stood backstage and watched her friends sing. CeCe sang “Don’t Cry For Me”; I sang backup with the girls. CeCe nailed it.
    When she finished, Arsenio ran up, grabbed CeCe’s arm, announced her name, and did all the things a host does. And who do you think ran out with Arsenio?
    Whitney.
    That girl ran out with the host of the show and gave CeCe a huge hug on national television. Then she looked back at me and the girls and said, “That was perfect, y’all.” Who else could just show up on the set of a major network and then run out on stage with the host to congratulate her friends? Only Whitney.
    After a while, we came to expect these “drop-ins.” In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for Whitney to drop in on our tours. Sometimesshe’d stay for two days, sometimes a week. We kept a bunk ready for her on our bus, just in case.
    One thing that makes me smile even today is the time all three of us were on the bus headed to our next concert. Whitney was hungry and wanted to stop and get something to eat.” Now, CeCe and I were early in our touring career, and there were many things we didn’t know—like what you should expect from your bus driver and all that jazz. But Whitney educated us.
    â€œWe’d love to stop,” I said, “but the bus driver won’t let us. He said he doesn’t take breaks between tour stops.”
    Whitney became indignant. “He
told
you that he won’t stop?”
    She stood up and marched to the front of the bus and confronted the guy. “Are you telling them that you don’t take breaks between tour stops? No, no, no! You’re going to stop at the next place that you see that has a restaurant.”
    The two of them exchanged words, and Whitney returned to the back of the bus with us. “Okay, we’re stopping. I can’t believe that,” she muttered. Then she went on to make a laundry list of the things the bus driver was supposed to do as a paid employee of the tour.
    â€œDoes he make your beds?”
    â€œNo, we make our