I went with Bobby Christina to a doctor’s appointment. It was snowy outside. We were waiting for some kind of results. They came back “good”. We walked out to the car. It was a white Range Rover in a huge empty parking lot covered in slushy snow. Inside was Whitney Houston, celebrating the “good” results with us. The family started asking me why I was so emotional. That’s when, somehow, it was revealed to me that it was one week before Whitney Houston’s death.