If you’ve been reading my blog for the past few years, you’ll know my family has been blessed with the pleasure of raising this mischievous and loving child (pictured above) since she was 2 months old. She’s now 2 going on 20. Everyday she amazes and amuses my family and friends, so I thought I’d share every once in awhile a story from the Desk of Rex. Continue reading
No matter what trials and tribulations Whitney Houston went through, I have a strong feeling she gave Bobbi Kristina The Greatest Love of All. I hope she is left with the fondest of memories. Now that you’re no longer around for her to Run To You, I pray her father will be strong enough and stable enough for her not to feel like “I Have Nothing“. I can only pray she finds comfort and support in family and close friends. No one can replace you in her life, you were the Queen of the Night (day, evening, dusk, dawn, queen of every damn thing in our childhoods). You reigned supreme!
Whenever I’d run through my iPod list and hear your voice, you made me feel like I Wanna Dance With Somebody! You had it like that! You made some choices and I was mad at you like I knew you! I realize It’s Not Right, But It’s Okay, we all make mistakes. You were an amazing woman and you will always be an amazing talent in our eyes, all of us who sang in choirs well we thank you for allowing us the delusions of grandeur. I used to dance around in my bedroom with a hair brush and pretend I was singing with you. So many of us tried to mimic your voice and perform for events like we were you, afterall we, myself included I Learned From The Best. I questioned like every other broken hearted girl “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?“ We checked into the Heartbreak Hotel, but we didn’t stay for long because you told us to take it Step By Step.
You had a miraculous voice, you were a Miracle and the soundtrack to many lives. I wish all your adoring fans could have gone back to that One Moment In Time when you made the wrong decision, to help you walk away, but regardless I (personally) Will Always Love You!
A devasted little girl from Jamaica who wanted so much to be like you…Nikks
I have two favourite rooms in any house. The bathroom and the bedroom. These are the places I am allowed to be alone with my thoughts usually uninterrupted once the door is closed. Today my thoughts stirred and I was inspired to write as I laid on my bed staring up at a dream catcher I made with clients at my previous job. Continue reading