i remember as a kid they celebrated tupac’s 10
year death anniversary in 2006. at the time i thought to myself how long a
decade is. today is the 23rd anniversary of tupac’s death. 13 years later i’m
here thinking how long two decades are, when in reality our whole lives are
short. this year is especially ironic because it’s friday the 13th, the same
day his death fell upon in 1996. i was 3 years old when tupac passed. i never
met the man, but i am such a big fan of his. he’s my favorite rapper (along with
wayne) and i feel lucky to at least live in the same life time as him.
maybe in a parallel universe he’s alive and well, and if he is, i hope he knows we miss him dearly over here.
-ratha, 7:13pm, 9.13.19