It was a Saturday night and pouring raining outside. I was at my mom's house in New Jersey spending time with my family. I just saw Aaliyah earlier that week in Miami while I was there for the Source Awards. All of a sudden, my two-way pager went off. It went off again, and again, and again, until I finally decided to pick it up to see what was going on. I looked at my 2.5 inch screen and I couldn't believe what I was reading. The messages read, "Rest in peace Aaliyah." "Gone but never forgotten." "God bless Aaliyah and her family." I literally stood there motionless, puzzled, and shocked.
How could someone who was so young, and so beautiful with so much life to live be gone? I prayed that it was a mistake and wasn't true. It just wasn't making any sense to me. I picked up my belongings and ran downstairs to the T.V. room and right there on the screen was video footage of an awful plane crash. The voice of the announcer said, "R&B star Aaliyah dies in the Bahamas." Saddened and trouble by the event, I got into my car, sat in there for a while and did what everybody did that night. I asked God, "Why?" Then came the phone calls. Everyone was asking me how this could
have happened and then only responses I could give were that I didn't know. How was I supposed to know?
I remember seeing my neighbor's kid sitting on her porch crying and saying, "Aaliyah's dead. Aaliyah's dead." That's when it really touched my heart.
I could remember coming across Aaliyah's path here at the station and she was such a sweetheart, so sweet, and pleasant. After entering those thoughts in my head over and over again, I needed to go somewhere to clear my head. I started my car and turned on the radio. The radio station was playing a song that was so fitting for Aaliyah, "One in a Million."
We miss you baby girl.
Rest in paradise.
(*This is Tap's recollection of when he found out about the death of legendary star, Aaliyah.)