In Remembrance of Aaliyah Salaam

A reflection on family and friendship

Last week, I did not post because Aaliyah Salaam, my son’s grandmother, passed away. I needed time to sit with the loss of a dear friend.

I keep thinking about the time we shared and the many conversations we had. We could talk on the phone for hours. If time passed, one of us would call to check in, and when we talked again, we picked up right where we left off.

Our conversations were lively and heart-to-heart. I have gone back to listen to her voicemails, and one that stays with me is her singing “Happy Birthday” to me at 5:10 that morning. That was Ms. Salaam. She remembered birthdays, sent holiday cards, and left notes just to say she was thinking about you.

I also think about the weekend I spent with her. We stayed up late talking, catching up on life, and talking about her “grandson.” We hung out at her block party, and I met her neighbors. Being there made it easy to see the love in her community.

On Sunday, we went to the African festival, met up with her friend Maxine, and ate good Jamaican food. We had a good time.

Hanging out at the block party.

Ms. Salaam loved Khalil, and as he got older, their bond grew stronger. She checked on him often, and I can still hear her asking, “How is my grandson?”

He went to her for advice. Her feedback was direct, but it always came with grace. Khalil trusted her honesty because he knew it came from love, and I did too. She adored Khalil and was proud of the young man he had become.

Ms. Salaam with her “Grandson.”

This loss is felt. I will miss hearing Ms. Salaam’s voice, her wisdom, and the care she gave so freely. I am thankful for the friendship we shared and for the love she gave Khalil.

She meant so much to our lives, and I will carry her memory with love.

#032622