Remembering Whitney: A Mother’s Story of Love, Loss and the Night the Music Died
The definitive account of Whitney Houston’s astonishing life, ground-breaking career and tragic death – complete with never-before-seen photographs – from the only one who truly knows the story behind the headlines: her mother, Cissy Houston.Cissy has said little publicly about Whitney’s heart-breaking death. Now, for the first time, she opens up and shares the unbelievable story of her daughter’s life, as well as her own, and addresses Whitney’s brightest and darkest moments.A legendary Grammy Award-winning gospel singer in her own right, Cissy Houston shows how the lessons from her own musical journey helped to shape Whitney’s career – from teaching Whitney to use her voice, to keeping her level-headed throughout her meteoric rise to fame.With candour and respect, she sets the record straight about Whitney, exploring both her turbulent marriage and her misunderstood struggles with drug abuse. Cissy goes behind the tabloid headlines to show fans around the world the true, human side of a strong, successful – yet flawed – musical icon who died much too young.Includes a Foreword by Dionne Warwick.
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Contents
Part One
CHAPTER 1 The Night the Music Stopped
CHAPTER 2 A Child of Newark
CHAPTER 3 The Gospel Truth
CHAPTER 4 Sweet Inspirations
CHAPTER 5 Life on Dodd Street
CHAPTER 6 Training the Voice
CHAPTER 7 Separation
Part Two
CHAPTER 8 Enter Clive Davis
CHAPTER 9 Fame
CHAPTER 10 Welcome Home Heroes
CHAPTER 11 The Bodyguard … and Bobby Brown
CHAPTER 12 “I Never Asked for this Madness”
CHAPTER 13 “I Know Him So Well”
CHAPTER 14 A Very Bad Year
Part Three
CHAPTER 15 Atlanta
CHAPTER 16 The Intervention
CHAPTER 17 The Comeback
CHAPTER 18 “I Look to You”
CHAPTER 19 Bringing My Daughter Home
Epilogue
Picture Section
Acknowledgments
Selected Cissy Houston Discography
Selected Whitney Houston Discography
About the Author
About the Publisher
This book is dedicated to my immediate family, particularly my sons and my grandchildren, and to all the world of wonderful fans who loved my daughter. Hopefully you may get to know Whitney through the love I’ve shown in these pages.
“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine,” He said.
“For you to love while she lives and mourn for when she’s dead.…”
—adapted from “I’ll Lend You a Child”
by Edgar Guest
Forewordby Dionne Warwick
I’ve known Cissy Houston my whole life. She’s my aunt—her sister Lee is my mother—but because we’re only seven years apart, she felt more like an older sister to me.
When I was growing up, Cissy even lived with us for a while in East Orange, so I got to know her pretty well. I can still hear her voice, telling my sister Dee Dee and me, “I am older, and you are going to do as I say.” She might have felt like an older sister to us, but she never let us forget she was our aunt. She was a strong young woman then, and she is a strong, loving woman now.
From the time we were children, we all sang together at St. Luke’s A.M.E. Church in Newark, where my grandfather was the minister. Later, when he moved away, we all joined New Hope Baptist Church. My sister Dee Dee and I sang in the junior choir there, and Cissy rehearsed us and arranged songs for us. Music was always in our family’s blood. But there were two things even more important to us than music: family and faith.
When she started having children, Cissy became very mother-oriented. Her kids were primary in her life—she had to be with her babies. There was a great deal of love in their house. And we all loved her children, Gary, Michael, and Nippy.
When Cissy’s kids were small, I used to like to bring them out on the road with me. By that time, I had a solo career and was touring all over the world, so during the summers, when they weren’t in school, I’d bring them out to join me. They were just regular little kids on summer vacation, but they did learn how to use room service very, very quickly. It was all I could do to keep those children from ordering everything in the world up to the room.
Nippy used to talk with me about her mother, just the usual kids’ stuff of “Why won’t she let me do this?” and “How come the other kids get to do that?” But later on, she came to realize why her mother did the things she did. We all were brought up in the same way—it was instilled in us to respect our elders, to love God, and to walk the straight and narrow. And that’s what Cissy tried to teach her own children, too.
Cissy has always wanted the best for everyone in her family. She’s always giving encouragement and support, and she’s tried on many occasions to give advice. Whenever she saw something that wasn’t sitting too well with her, she’d speak up. As I did. In our family, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
But while Cissy was strong and loving, Nippy was always a little girl, even during her womanhood. Yes, she was ambitious, and she had a silent strength. But I’m not sure it was ever really tapped into. We all know of Nippy’s beauty and her amazing vocal skills. But in Cissy’s book, you will learn about the little girl behind all that.
It’s a privilege to have a peek inside someone’s life, and that’s what Cissy is offering in this book. The truth has always been paramount for Cissy, and I believe she has given the truth within these pages. The fact that she found the strength to write it now, given the grief she has suffered, is a testament to her faith: she is being led to share her true feelings about herself and her beloved daughter.
I hope all of us can take a lesson or two from it, and that with this book, everyone can read about and understand who Whitney Houston truly was.
Dionne Warwick
November 2012
It was the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday when I heard my doorbell ring.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, and walking to the door I felt a little irritated about a surprise visit. But when I opened it, no one was there, so I just shut the door and went back to whatever I was doing. Who would be ringing my bell and disappearing in the middle of the day? My apartment building had a doorman, and it wasn’t like people were just dropping by all the time.
