In Memory of Tara Yvette Hobbs

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Tara, You will be sorely missed. You are a great friend and a great person! I will always remember your upbeat personality and always smiling! I was lucky to know you!

*** Posted by Kevin G. on 2011-09-11 ***

Your sister sounds like one great girl. Your story brought tears to my eyes, and I wanted to tell you that every 9/11 I search through 100's of names and read the stories of these innocent people that lost their lives for us. Every 9/11 I cry and fill with such hurt for the families. I am so sorry you have to feel this pain. I am 37 years old and a former NY'r, so my heart is in this all the way. I want you to know, I have not forgotten. I drive with my headlights on every single 9/11 and will always do so to pay tribute to those who lost their life. I am glad I stopped on this name this year. I hope to be back over the next few years and continue to pay my tribute to the victims. Sounds weird, but I am still so sad from this, and I hope one day not to cry when I have to read these. God bless you and your family.

*** Posted by kp on 2008-09-11 ***

I will make you proud, Baby. Things are falling in place, as you always said. Soon the world will know your compassion. We all miss you, and you are always in my heart. See you soon.

*** Posted by PERL on 2007-09-14 ***

Tara was and still is like a "daughter" to me. I spoke to her yesterday in my heart and I could feel her presence around me. She is surely in heaven. God needed just the right "angel," and he needed her more there than we do here. I love you Tara and always will.

*** Posted by adell means on 2007-09-13 ***

May you be that special angel and watch over your friends and family. Say a lil' prayer for me and my loved ones, too.

*** Posted by Celia on 2007-09-11 ***

It is hard to describe Ms. Tara. She was so multi-faceted and talented. She was beautiful inside and out. I called her "Betty Boop" or "Doe Eyes" because of her figure and her big expressive eyes. She was refreshing and never pessimistic. She was always there for you, an old soul with so much wisdom to be so young. She was intelligent. She kept a quote at her work desk by John Maxwell. It read: "Success is ... knowing your divine purpose in life, growing to reach your maximum potential, and sowing seeds that benefit others." Now I keep this at my desk. She was peaceful and close to God. She was confidant, motivated, and, yes, sometimes stubborn. She was compassionate.... I could go on.

What do I remember about her? Her laugh, it could make the clouds and rain turn into sunshine. I remember the tone of her voice, which all the Hobbs women seemed to share (smile), her serious love of music, and her ability to dance. I can still see her in the spotlight, dancing as if her life was the music, and the music was her life. She loved life and her family and friends passionately. She had the ability to touch and connect with everyone, and once you met her, you never forgot her. I loved her flair for fashion and her spirituality that was just growing as she was called home.

My relationship with her was much deeper than a friendship. Although I am an only child, she was and is my sister. We had kindred spirits, and even though she had many friends, I knew she was special to me.

We did many things together. I met her in college on the first day of orientation, but it seemed like I knew her all of my life! When she transferred schools, it became a weekly practice for her to come to my campus every Friday afternoon once my classes were over. I worked hard all week, so when she came I had no assignments to do. I'd meet her at the sign-in desk for the dormitory. We'd drop her stuff off in my room and go to the cafeteria for lunch. While we were there, we both usually had chicken sandwiches. She had the quirky habit of mixing her drink with grape, fruit punch, and sometimes a little soda. After catching up, we would usually walk to the village with my roommate Karin and sometimes the youngest of our group, Tricia. In the village we'd go in and out of shops, usually with very little money, and try on clothes, and--oh yes!--shoes! Sometimes we would buy some stylish accessory or purse. Our main purpose was to look for free club passes for the weekend. We'd usually get several and head back to my dorm to plan our night. Tara and I slept in one twin-size bed head-to-foot or vice-versa. Now that is close! After a nap or just listening to music, we'd all grab something to eat and start getting ready for the club, fixing each other's hair, switching clothes, etc. By 9 or 10 pm we were out, looking for the music and a chance to dance till the sun came up. We always looked good. Always. We would do this Friday and Saturday night. Sunday was usually a sleep-in day. Connie would call to catch up with Tara. We'd have a healthy serving of pancakes and catch the "itis." Eventually Tara would have to pack up and leave. I hated this part. I always acted like I'd never see her again. I wish I had walked her to the train more, but she'd always say, "I'll be fine." Another week, and we'd do it all over again. Even after college we were still in touch. Our phone calls were long and almost always three-way with Connie on the other line. She met my boyfriend, Neil. I brought her and Connie to meet him for their "approval." He is my husband now. We shared birthdays, holidays, and even a sleep over at her apartment. I remember when I was a new mother. She called me and told me, "You are going out tonight to see Mint Condition. I already have your ticket." I had so much fun that night. I asked her to be my maid of honor and then my son's godmother. I wish I could have seen her experience all of those things with Reggie, her love. She was always there. Always.

What did she mean to me? The world, my heart, my sister, my friend in this life and the next. She is still with me in spirit and in my dreams.

If I could encourage anyone who has experienced the loss of a woman, friend, daughter, aunt, and sister like Tara, I would say, remember her music, remember that light, bright spirit who danced like the music was her, and she was the music. Weep if you have to, but smile more for her, forever young, a child of God ... Tara Yvette Hobbs.

Tara, my Shining Star--I will be reunited with you in that light one day.

Love, your sister,
Angel Rose

*** Posted by Angel Marie Rose on 2007-09-11 ***

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