I remember as a teenager, I watched the Grammy Awards every year. When I heard of Whitney Houston’s death today, I fondly remember the innocence and pride that Whitney displayed when receiving a Grammy the first few years of her career. The innocence and pride that I wanted to have when I reached my 20’s.
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She was one of the greatest musicians of all time and truly a believer in her faith, family and God.
The demise of her career was inexplicably her choice. She certainly had a hard road with Bobby Brown and her addiction. However, the good Lord did provide to her a wonderful daughter who could have been the inspiration for change. The good Lord also praise her with a voice of an angel. What people do not understand is that with addiction, even the people and things we cherish plays a distant second to addiction.
Today, Whitney Houston was found dead at the Beverly Hilton while preparing for Clive Davis’ Pre-Grammy Party. He was her mentor, her friend, and a father figure. Only hours before, her mother and Dionne Warwick spoke to her and everything was fine. In one moment, she was gone.
This very sad death, along with Amy Winehouse and Michael Jackson, brings to light the stress of being in the music and movie industry. The demands are high and the accessibility to things to keep you up while you are down is everywhere.
I come from a long line of addicts. Whether it’s drugs, alcohol, gambling, food or smoking, eventually an addiction brings a person to a fork in the road. Unlike non-addicts with a variety of options, there are only two options when dealing with an addiction; live or die. There is NO life when an addiction hangs over our heads because an addict will always love the addiction more than anything or anyone else unless they are courageous enough to break free.
Remember Whitney….Remember the Voice. Please let’s make this death, the lesson!
