Bobbi Christina Brown, Whitney Houston & Bobby Brown's daughter, shares her birthday with me (though, ahem, 17 years later). I've been sadly following the story of her drowning. It hasn't escaped me that today is her father's birthday, and next week is the anniversary of her mother's death.
I remember when she was born, and the tragedy of her life rivals probably Michael Jackson's kids as bizarrely unconventional, with erratic family support and constant public scrutiny. But man. Why does it have to end like that? She must have been so depressed and screwed up and just lost to take drugs or do whatever she did before very likely dying in the same manner that her mother did.
Some have compared this to the situation with Anna Nicole Smith. And anytime someone so young dies, well, it's just awful. I am not sure I'd use the word tragic, but there's a loss of potential. A loss of an opportunity to truly transcend the sadness and make something of her life.
Anyway, again, maybe it's because of the shared birthday. But at 21 going on nothing...sadness all around.
