When I found out about Whitney Houston’s death I was stunned, shocked and in disbelief. I couldn’t really express how I felt at the moment because I was still working in the Cadillac display at the Chicago auto show. But after about 15 minutes, it was time for my break so I was able to finally check my phone to find out exactly what happened to her.
After reading my text messages, timelines, news websites and entertainment blogs I become overwhelmed with all the information that was flooding my mind at one time…welcome to the world of Social Media. Of course I felt being a blogger myself I should have tweeted, sent my condolences to the family or posted a photo collage, but instead I decided to just pray for her family.
Although I have never met Whitney before in my life I was so overcome with sadness that I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. I started thinking, now if I felt that way…oh God what about her mother and her only child Bobbi Kristina. Then, I started getting angry at the people who enabled her to continue to wreak her life. Yes, I know she’s a grown woman, but if you love someone…you tell them the truth. You keep them away from people, places and things that would cause them to take backward steps, not lead them to it.
Through Whitney’s struggles over the years, I always hoped that she would eventually turn things around and get back to the place she was many years ago. But today, she is in a better place…no more struggles, media, or disappointments. My prayers right now are for those she left behind. The one’s looking for answers and wondering what they could have done differently to help her. The mother who has to bury her child and the daughter who will be raised without her dear mother.
I decided that sending a tweet, blogging or updating my Facebook status after hearing about Whitney Houston’s death wouldn’t accomplish as much as prayer could… and I was right!