Cher In The City

Cher Best is a guest columnist | cherbest@clearchannel.com.

Cher in the City: Memories are often taken for granted

  • Follow Applause

It was very difficult for me to address the passing of Whitney Houston. Although I had only met her briefly at a convention in the mid-’90s, I am one of the many fans who loved and identified with her heartfelt music. Because of that, I felt a personal connection with her.

I was devastated when she died Feb. 11. Houston was so young, so talented, and so beautiful. I will always remember her that way, and memories are a beautiful thing.

My sophomore year at Augusta State University was a pretty good year. I was a college student and on top of the world. In fact my only care was a humanities exam that was coming up in Dr. Pollard’s class. I was a pretty disciplined student, so I was only sweating the exam a little.

For the most part, the values and habits that I grew up with stayed with me. That is to say, I didn’t go to college and go crazy over the freedom. I did, however, fall in love with a very attractive ball player who was attending Morehouse.

Marcus was smart and funny and full of surprises. He was also very romantic. I recall one Sunday afternoon; I was in the library studying because he had not been able to come home that weekend.

Imagine my surprise when I saw him walk into the library with his hands behind his back. When he walked over to the study area, I whispered, “What you are doing here?” He handed me a teddy bear and said, “I have a surprise for you; come outside.” He grabbed my hand and we walked outside toward a picnic table.

What is this about, I mused. Marcus walked over to a boom box that was sitting on the table (yes, we had boom boxes back then) and pushed the button. He grabbed my hands placed them on his neck and began to dance to …

Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I’ve done alright up to now
It’s the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, loneliness calls

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me
Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

As Marcus spun me around the Augusta College quad area, I could see people walking by pointing and smiling. I laughed and kept dancing.

That was many years ago, but to this day each time I hear that song I smile.

As for Marcus, he went on to become an engineer; he’s married and has three children but I will always remember that moment and that song fondly.

Like music, memories are moving and an emotional gift that we sometimes take for granted.

Whitney Houston not only left us with some amazing music and some wonderful memories but she also reminds us that when music and memories go together in perfect harmony they are timeless and should be cherished.

People and relationships will come and go in and out of your life, but memories, well, memories are forever.


Top headlines

SRS shipments halted until 2016

Savannah River Site can't resume shipments of Cold War nuclear waste materials to an underground repository in New Mexico until at least 2016 when the federal government reopens the facility to ...
Search Augusta jobs