To Miss Whitney

"When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they've had enough, that they're ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you fear the other call, the sad nocturnal chime from a friend or relative telling you it's too late, she's gone." Russell Brand 

This one hit me so hard that I refused to believe it.  I just can't come to terms with the fact that the woman with the golden voice is gone. Thinking back on my earliest memories of music I can faintly remember my parents having a stereo in the front hallway and my earliest and only memory with this stereo was me and a Whitney Houston song. Every girl I knew who grew up in the 80's and 90's wanted to sing like Whitney. She was undeniably one of the greatest voices of that era. You remember that whole who's better Whitney, Mariah or Celine argument? Whitney always won for me hands down. I mean c'mon this woman remade a song that not only catapulted her into history, but made the original look bad. Find me a girl that has not stood with a fake mic in her hands singing I Will Always Love You, complete with the signature Whitney hand raise and fall at the end of the song.

We all thought that this time she had fought her demons, that this time she was gonna be ok. So I did not expect this call or text or breaking news item. I had refused to believe the tabloids who insinuated that she had slipped back off track. I dismissed them as news vultures who would make the woman's sweaty day into a crack binge side effect.

That voice will forever haunt the airwaves, it had a pureness, a sincereness that made you sing along and have a Whitney day on Youtube. There was a Whitney song for everything, being hopelessly in love, loving your friends, a little strength from God, just a feel good day. I mean who has not turned on 'Where do broken hearts go' and bawled their eyes out? Who has not danced around the room singing 'I wanna dance with somebody'. Who has not taken up a photo of the love of their life and sang 'He's all the man that I need'. The list goes on, my favorite Whitney song goes with my mood, I can't choose.

Under any and everyone of Whitney's songs online amongst the comments of 'I love this song', 'this is my fav jam' and ' i grew up on this' were quite a few 'Please get come back to us Miss Whitney'. We all wanted her back, her family tirelessly fought and did everything under the sun to get her back. But for some reason she did not want this for herself. She could not fight the demons that summoned her back down the path of destruction.

Miss Whitney I will always remember what you said on your last Oprah interview. A life lesson that you left with me, in fact i loved it so much that i wrote it down in the back of my bible. 'I knew God was there. I knew the light was there and I was just trying to get back to it. '
To me it meant that in your darkest of times, no matter how far off the path you have fallen He is always there watching over you, sending a small glimmer of light to help you back.


While I am only speculating on the cause of her death, i have a sad feeling that it corresponds directly with or is a product of her destructive lifestyle.


Whatever it is the world will miss you Miss Whitney, you were one we all prayed for. Not necessarily to sing again or make another hit record but just to be ok, so that you could be that sassy senior citizen belting out notes to make the young ones quiver. 


There is no good in this goodbye, just sad faces and songs on replay .......


RIP always to the woman that made me fall in love with music