Ed & I met up over the weekend to debrief over our week, re-connect and discuss our ideas for this blog for the month.
We started discussing our mothers and how our relationships have changed with them as we have become adults. We have both realized how important our mothers are to us and have been reflecting on how appreciative we both are for sacrifices they made and the way we were raised, even though we did not appreciate them in those past moments.
I heard the devastating news about Whitney Houston’s daughter Bobbi Kristina yesterday and felt the eerie sense of history repeating itself. I felt so awful for this lost little girl, who must be hurting from such a deep place from the passing of her mother at such a young age. I myself am not even over the loss of Whitney, so I can only imagine how Bobbi feels.
Having lost my dad when I was 28, I know how devastating it can be to lose a parent before you are prepared (and really, are you ever prepared for that?). Losing my father was the toughest task I have had cross my spiritual path yet, but knowing I had my mom helped me through, immensely.
But, losing my mom feels absolutely unimaginable. After losing my dad, I realized how much I still need her, and even after the age of 31, some days I just want my mommy.
I am sure Bobbi Kristina had those days, too and was unable to cope with the reality of Whitney’s absence. I can only speculate about what she has been going through, but I am sure this moment in her life was fueled by pain and suffering.
Hold on, Bobbi. Know that a mother’s love never dies and know all of your sisters around this world are praying for you.
This song always was and still is, for you.