How uncanny some say…how sad I say, also being left the unfortunate inheritance of addiction I’ve managed gratefully to elude.
This poor kid who lost her mom not only tragically, but publicly clearly never working through her grief, is now on life-support at a Georgia Hospital. How do I know she was still grieving? Would you be bathing almost three years to the day your mother drowned under the influence otherwise?
She’s only 21 years-old, an aspiring singer trying desperately to resurrect (or join) the woman she had to love most. There are rumors something suspicious may have occurred involving her longtime boyfriend, Nick Gordon, she has a history of domestic violence with causing the family to ban him from her bedside.
Her father, singer Bobby Brown, has been lavishly lauded by the press for being by his daughter’s side as she fights for her life. I ask you Bobby, did you have to wait until she was comatose to be there for her?
Where were you last Saturday when she was reenacting her mother’s last moments? Parenting for the press just doesn’t cut it there pal.
Did he or anyone else ever suggest college courtesy of all that music money her mother left, possibly launching this young woman rather than stunting her growth?
Reading her family have all gathered at the hospital also made me mad. Again, why didn’t they gather before history grimly repeated itself?
Didn’t they see it coming like a slow train? Three days before she was found, a warrant was issued for her arrest failing to appear in court for driving with an expired registration.
Wasn’t that a clue of sorts…bad behavior…irresponsibility? Doesn’t take Einstein to do the math on that one. She was headed for tragedy as if it were previously programmed into her GPS, unregistered or not.
I’m also tired of everyone blaming Cissy Houston for not being able to do more for her daughter or granddaughter. Addiction is the devil in a syringe, bottle or pill. Once it takes hold, one needs the jaws of life to be extricated. This young girl introduced to drugs and alcohol as if they were siblings didn’t seem to have had a fighting chance, and I’m certain her granny did try, but you attempt sparring with Lucifer and tell me how well you do. Did I mention she’s 81?
An intervention might have been proposed hoping Bobbi Kristina would see the light, because what you learn quickly in AA and Narcotics Anonymous…until you make up your mind to get straight, no one else can do it for you…but they can support and show love so she’d know she wasn’t alone…all sadly moot as Bobbi breathes from the respirator her father refuses to shut off still expecting a miracle.
Years ago before she was a household word, I was invited to hear Whitney Houston sing. I’ll never forget how beautiful she was, virginal one can say nesting in the womb of fame. When she opened her mouth it was as if heaven swung open its doors.
How did this angelic creature end up in a bathtub dead…and now her only daughter who may remain on life-support awaiting that miracle for God knows how long, follow suit?
I hope that little girl either opens her eyes in the same state she shut them, or they let her peacefully go into the arms of a mother she so plaintively missed.