As We Say Goodbye to Whitney, Remember to Exhale
It was hard to get my head off the pillow this morning. Grief is an odd thing. It might wait a day, or a week, or a year…but then it comes crashing down on you. And you must listen to it like a love song, and respect it.
I think we’re all feeling a deep heaviness of heart following the loss of [lastfm link_type="artist_info"]Whitney Houston[/lastfm] that’s difficult to describe. Patti Austin was trying to describe her own deep sadness this morning by sharing a story.
Patti had just finished a performance for Delta Airlines corporate clients and was then going to go to Clive Davis’ big Grammy bash when she got a call from her producer, Mervin. In a voice choked with emotion, he told her that Whitney had passed. Just the night before, Patti and Mervin had spoken about Whitney for over an hour. About how magnificent her voice was and about how she was poised for a huge comeback. She was clean. She was sounding amazing. And then Mervin said to Patti: “You’ve got to listen to this. It’s from Whitney’s Christmas album she released two years ago.” Together they listened to “The Little Drummer Boy” and were moved to tears.
Patti then asked the same question that Whitney had asked Mervin. “But who is that singing at the very beginning of the song?” “That, Whitney,” replied Mervin, “Is your daughter.” “But my daughter doesn’t sing…” Whitney protested. “Listen again,” replied Mervin. Upon hearing and understanding that the angelic voice she was listening to was noneother than her daughter Bobbi Christina, Whitney exploded with joy: “My baby can SING! My baby can really SING!”
If you have a moment today, remember Whitney with joy. Listen to her version of “Dancing on the Smooth Edge” and “The Little Drummer Boy.” Remember, and steep yourself in her magnificence. And know, that through Bobbi Christina, that magnificence lives on.
Her godmother, [lastfm link_type="artist_info"]Aretha Franklin[/lastfm], asks us to remember Whitney’s triumphs–not just her troubles. And how she gave of herself and her time to countless charities, often performing for free. “She stood as her own champion.” And she was, and will forever be, Music Royalty.
Rest in peace, Whitney. Rest in royal peace.
I’d love to hear your thoughts and remembrances of Whitney Houston. Please send them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.