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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Cissy Houston. Remembering Whitney: A Mother’s Story of Love, Loss and the Night the Music Died
Contents
Forewordby Dionne Warwick
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
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We were always so happy to have Mommy home, but after those hospital visits she usually needed relief from taking care of the three youngest children—Larry, Nicky, and me. So, during these times, Larry and Nicky were sent to stay with relatives who still lived near Court Street, and I got shipped off to Newark’s Ironbound section to stay with my aunt Juanita. I hated staying with Aunt Juanita, not only because I missed my brothers, but also because she was a mean, nasty woman. She wasn’t like my other relatives—she dipped snuff and was always trying to get a rise out of everybody. Every day I spent at Aunt Juanita’s, I prayed for my mother’s quick recovery.
When Mommy was feeling better, and we could all be at home again—those were the happiest times of my young life. But they lasted only until one terrible night in May 1941, when I was eight years old. That night, my mother began having seizures, and blood started pouring from her mouth and nose. Daddy and my older sisters tried desperately to stem her bleeding and comfort her, but the blood was still gushing out when the ambulance arrived. Mommy was rushed to the hospital as my brothers and I slept through it all, unaware that anything was happening.
