It breaks my heart to hear my friend Bobbi Kristina’s voice.
She was laid to rest yesterday, but before she died she had started narrating a documentary I was working on – a tribute to her mother Whitney Houston.
We started the recording on a cold day in February 2014, on the second anniversary of her mother’s death. Last week I played the tape again. In a shaky, childlike voice, Bobbi Kristina – or Stina – talks about her mother.
‘I miss her like hell,’ she says on the recording. ‘Once you have met this woman, you are attached to her for ever. It was her heart, it was her smile, it was her face. It was the way she talked, it was the way she did things. She was so very lovable.’