Remembering Whitney: My Story of Love, Loss, and the Night the Music Stopped
Cissy Houston, Lisa Dickey
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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 candor 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.
meet her. Word would get out that “Big Cuda”—as in “barracuda”—was coming. Gary, Nippy, and me at our house on Dodd Street in East Orange. When the kids were younger, we loved to have people over for barbecues and swimming. After Nippy became a star, she joined me in the U.S. Virgin Islands for a concert. She came to sing backup, but I asked her to take the lead on “Lead Me, Guide Me”—and she brought the place down. I was as proud as a mother could be when my baby girl became a
caught my heel between the elevator and the floor and went down hard. It was just one little accidental moment, but it would lead to surgery and pins and screws and years of pain. And right then, it meant I couldn’t go see Nippy perform live at the Super Bowl. I had promised her I would be there, but I’d had to call and tell her it just wasn’t possible. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “You know what to do. And I’ll be watching you.” I sat on my sofa at home and watched, and though I knew as
it. No matter how tired she was, or how much her throat was bothering her, or how much she just wanted to stay at home with Bobby and little Krissi, she always came through for her fans. She gave her all, night after night after night. Because he’d come into the business as a child, Bobby had a different attitude about these things. He’d tell Nippy she didn’t have to go to work if she didn’t want to, even though she’d made a commitment—that she didn’t have to serve “the Man.” After he
just months after John passed away, Nippy left New Jersey, where she’d spent her whole life, and moved down to Atlanta with Bobby. Even though I hadn’t been seeing Nippy all that much, I always took comfort in knowing she was just right up the road. But now she was moving so much farther away, to a place where she really could just disappear if she wanted to. I took some solace in the fact that Gary and Pat were also moving to Atlanta to be near Nippy, but regardless, I knew I’d probably be
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