I still have that CD. The jewel case is scratched now, and the booklet is dog-eared from reading the thank-you notes she wrote to her fans. On tough days, I slide it into the car stereo (I finally fixed the aux port, but I don't use it for this). And when the opening notes of "The Power of Love" hit, I roll the windows down, even in the rain, and I sing along—not ironically, but reverently, at the top of my lungs, all the way home.