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Two and a half years after the tragic incident that took the life of Bella's mother Hanna Hernandez, Bella struggled to live as she felt like a part of her died that day with her mom.
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This chapter is dedicated to all Kobe Bryant and Basketball fans around the globe.
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The NBA has lost a great man that inspired a lot of people to follow their dreams; whether in basketball or in life in general. You might be gone, but your legacy will forever remain engraved in our hearts.
R.I.P KOBE BRYANT
08.23.78 — 01.26.20
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Chapter 28| Finals!
A week later
Sad, and shocking news had befallen the state. No one would've anticipated what happened to follow.
A helicopter crashed and burned on impact taking nine lives with it, amongst those being Kobe Bryant and his Daughter Gianna, commonly known as Gigi—themambacita.
Turning on the television tunning in on the 7 o'clock CNN news with Dad sitting beside me; what we saw was disheartening. Images of the scene were on full display, showing bits and pieces of the aircraft scattered all around the bushy surrounding, a mound of ash had accumulated after the fire had been seized and bodies were beyond comprehension.
I hadn't been a huge fan of the Lakers, but Dad sure was. He was a die-hard fan, every primetime night—before moms' passing— they'd head out to the arena and watch the games live, more especially, Laker games.
I couldn't imagine what the family was going through, losing not one, but two of their loved ones; plus the other passengers and pilot that also perished in the crash.
Having have lost my mother, I could relate to the dread that was most likely seeping through their system; hoping that everything was just one bad nightmare that they could wake up from, but unfortunately, it was as real as the sunlight shining bright up in the sky; almost mocking this tragic day.
Thoughts crept into my mind, swirling, crashing, and cascading down in my system. If scenarios were different and that had been my father and I, would I rest peacefully in nothingness, would people — mostly loved ones— remember us and grieve our death, or would we just pass on like the steady cool breeze that everyone seems to notice but is immediately forgotten after its departure?
One can only imagine and think.
Dads' expression was pained, his eyes were glassy and color had seeped from his face leaving him looking pale and distraught.
Resting my head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand reassuringly I spoke out, "Dad, I love you. I don't ever want to lose you."
Emotions getting the best of me, a tear slipped down my chin. Brushing my hand over my eyes I cleared all tears before Dad could see.
