Ivy

I Hate Goodbyes

" Rosie was loved by many , her attitude could brighten anyone she was in contact with . She will truly be missed . All prayers and love to her family . "

My mom wasn't really what everybody say she was , she was a cool , calm , and collect woman . She once was a model for Viga Magazine , she was beyond gorgeous . Her crew adored her ways and loved every piece of her work . That was until she met my father , he was a guitarist and leader of the band , " Dark Hearts " .... Which only consisted of 3 members ; who soon became my uncles .

Anyway , they were young , dumb , wild , and rich . They had it all , I guess . But on her claim to fame , she became a druggie . Once the agency found out about her little Heroine problem , they cut her from the family she had grown to love . She was destroyed , she crashed with my dad for about two years , which felt like a eternity . He used to beat her senseless , just to make himself feel like a man. Because his albums weren't selling . Sooner or later the band had broken up .

At that time while pregnant with me , the 90's took a toll on her . The world was going through a change that would soon turn my loving mother cold and heartless . She soon fled the city and moved to New York for a chance at a better life . While in the city , she raised me ; New York was a wonderful place I had grown to love .

Until I was 12 , during that time my mom was pregnant again . By a dead beat who flipped patties just to make ends meet .

With my little sister Tara , I thought everything would be different ; It changed but not in my favor .

Tara was my moms' favorite , she loved her with her whole heart and more . With every ounce of love she showed her , the less she showed me . I wasn't bothered by it though , I had goals , plans , and things to do with my life . That was until she died the next year .

What society called " 9/11 " , I called it " the worst day of my life . "

For her it was a regular day at work , she was on her way into the building , sipping her cool whip cappuccino . She saw the bombers , while they were setting up the snuke . She payed them no mind , she thought they were maintenance men . That belief was highly indomitable . Moments later , two HUGE explosions were heard . " Booooommmm , Ba Bloooooossshh " , That was the explosion for the 1st tower . Luckily , my mother was in the Second . Just as my luck had ran out , I heard two more explosions . My heart racing fast as I hear the sound as it echos all around the city . Immediately My 7th grade teacher turned on the news . " As we interrupt your regularly scheduled program , Intel has informed us that the Twin Towers have been bombed by terrorist . There are no remaining survivors ."

As I held my head up , trying to keep myself together , a tear roll down my soft red cheek . I then ran out of class to the restroom , and cried my eyes out . I knew , at that moment my life was done .

The funeral was held 4 weeks later , and that was the first time out of 11 long years that I saw my Dad . I looked at him with a mug , thinking that he would look back . He didn't , he just simply stared at me with a look of disbelief and shock . He rose out of his seat , turned my direction and walked toward me . There were no words spoken , just long , genuine , comfortable hugs being exchanged between him and I . That day , He , I , and Tara talked to him for which seemed like a decade . But I enjoyed his company . He didn't act like the stories Mom once told me . He showed a caring and loving side that I never believed he had . I wasn't sure if it was the fact that he found God or simply he just matured into a grown man . Either way , I loved him and so did Tara .

He explained to us that we were gonna live with him . I cried , I'm not gonna lie . I just didn't wanna lose the only thing I had left ; New York . The city that made me believe anything was possible ; But to give it up to a place that I had never heard about , would be hard . As devastating as it sounds , I had no choice .