i’ve been listening to aaliyah’s “one in a million” album since its release last week.
it made me listen to other 90s teen r&b around that era too.
if you’re on the ig foxhole,
you can tell i’m down the rabbit hole with my stories.
aaliyah’s 20th death anniversary was yesterday and i still cannot believe its been that long.
My mother died the same year.
9/11 was the same year too.
even through all those events,
i’m still here even when i thought i would have killed myself a long time ago.
with any death anniversary,
i went down the rabbit hole of aaliyah’s short life and death.
i saw this clip of dame dash,
from an et memorial special yesterday…
…and a thought crossed my mind that might be controversial but…
Aaliyah’s death shaped our lives and we didn’t even realize it.
just like my mother’s death did as well.
if my mother didn’t pass away,
i doubt the foxhole would even be a thing.
the friends and people in my life,
the wolves i’ve met along the way,
would be non-existent too.
everyone’s lives would be shifted since many of our life experiences tied into each other.
the foxhole and my supporters are tied into me and my journey.
It’s like the butterfly effect theory.
butterfly effect theory: a property of chaotic systems (such as the atmosphere) by which small changes in initial conditions can lead to large-scale and unpredictable variation in the future state of the system.
i didn’t know aaliyah,
but i loved her and her music.
without her passing,
i wouldn’t be here writing about her and the impact her death left on all of us.
my mother worked at the airport for one of the same planes that crashed into the twin towers.
she died months before that,
but if she was alive,
how would that moment in history affect both of our lives?
I don’t know.
…but it’s truly a mind fuck.
rip to aaliyah.
…along with Mum and the lives lost during 9/11.