Whitney.
You know her by one
name. You know the diva. You know the VOICE.
And, we all know she could
bring down the house.
Whitney Houston was my all
time favorite. I can still remember the
first time I heard “You give good love” on the radio.
I can tell you that I was in
my mother’s light blue Chevrolet sitting in the car waiting for her to come out
of a convenient store near my Aunt Rose’s house when I first heard the famous “Greatest
Love of All.”
That song shot her straight
to the moon. But, along the way it
brought spirit and emotion to all that listened to the loving words. No advice is greater; learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.
Yes, it is. Undoubtedly.
I can see Whitney’s face when
she graced my television screen in her MTV videos. That white sequin dress she wore on stage for
the "Greatest Love of All" video still could not outshine that larger than life voice.
I remember when I got her
first album on cassette at KMART. Yes,
not a CD, a little ole cassette tape. She
was so beautiful wearing her light peach colored dress, hair tightly pulled
back, model features, looking like an African princess. I rewound that tape over and over again. I wore it out. I was saving
all of my love for Whitney.
She was my first
concert.
I had so many concerts in my
bedroom in honor of Whitney. I wanted to sing just like her, and live the dream.
My friends, Amy and Shannon,
had to endure endless hours of Whitney songs sung by me…until of course it was
their turns.
It never got old to me. But, quite possibly my neighbors were annoyed
as I belted it out with my bedroom windows wide open. One day, I got a standing ovation. I looked out the window, embarrassed, and
stared across our suburban street watching my dear life long neighbors clapping
for little ole me. Ah...memories.
I sounded OK, but they
stroked my fragile, young ego, with pleasure.
But, one of my biggest and
fondest Whitney moments came when I didn’t even know I had an audience. It was a very intimate moment for me. I was in my bedroom, yes, again, singing “Greatest
Love of all”…I was really letting go…driving it home…when what to my wondering
eyes should appear through the crack of my bedroom door…my mother, father, and
older brother.
I jumped ten feet in the air,
fell onto my bed, and threw that hairbrush microphone onto the floor! I was startled to say the least. In that moment my stage fright was born. I cared what they thought. I cared what people thought too much. They loved it, but it didn’t matter to me
because I was afraid.
Whitney’s love songs pulled
on my heartstrings. My first high school
love had to love Whitney too. He heard “I
Will Always Love You” everyday, ten times a day. Her music has gotten me through the loves,
losses, and the lessons of life.
When The Body Guard came out,
I was the first one in line sitting right in the middle of the theatre with my
girlfriends. When her character’s name,
Rachel, came on screen blazing with lights, my friend, Margie said in my ear, “That’s
gonna be you one day.” She even wrote it
on the back of her tenth grade class picture for me so I could remember to go for it.
My name is not in lights, as
you and I both know. But, Whitney’s
music coupled with adolescence, allows us ALL to dream big.
My favorite, and quite
possibly, most of America ’s
favorite moment was when Whitney sang The Star Spangled Banner for Super bowl twenty-five
in 1991. It was the start of the Gulf
War and her powerful rendition brought us all together in that patriotic moment
in time. Nobody has come close to this
day.
And, in 2009 when I watched
her on Oprah I confess that I was her biggest fan hoping she would find the light to light her way out of the
dark. As I sat watching I kept
thinking this is her comeback, her one
moment in time.
But, we now know her tragic
ending. Her voice is a force of nature
that will live on forever in history.
Her music has been sewn into the fabric of my life. I am one of her biggest, strongest,
fans. I know that she was
self-destructive, battled drug abuse, and let a lot of fans down, but she let
herself and her daughter down the most.
Self destruction killed a
bright star. I didn’t know her
personally so I will never pretend to know her real story. I do know one thing;
her music has been a large part of my personal life.
Whitney started in the church
choir and hopefully her strong religious roots take her to a better place,
where her broken heart goes, only God knows. But, I hope she finds peace and ends up somewhere that she can finally believe the lyrics to her own
spiritual song “Jesus Loves Me.”
My only wish for this woman
that has become a legend would be that she could have loved herself. It’s my wish for all of us. Truly.
Whitney Houston, I will always love you for your magical
voice and helping a little girl (me) dream real
big.
Thanks for sharing your God
given talent with the world.