They teach us that we can make it through life’s losses in stride, no matter how tough they are and how much they hurt us.
It’s different when you meet that guy or girl that you think you might love, and your dad isn’t there to put the fear of God in them should they ever break your heart. And to remind them, semi-jokingly, that he has a gun.
You were my best friend, my partner in crime, and my ultimate cheerleader. I loved you despite your flaws.
You’re not here when I have a bad day. Or when I have a good one.
As a little girl, my dad was my life’s foundation. He always exuded this spirituality, although not religious; and the look in his eyes said he knew what I was feeling. I never had to say it. The kind of father/daughter love that every girl dreams of.
There is no cure for missing someone. I will always miss my mom.
She is still with me, every step of the way. And there is no way I could ever forget her.
Rebecca had the life that I dreamed of. She had a big house, two dogs, and a really nice mom and dad. I would sit in Rebecca’s house sometimes and watch in amazement as Rebecca’s mom hugged and kissed her and combed the tangles out of her long hair.
I always thought being your “little girl” was a title that would always be at the top of your priority list. I’m not going to lie. It hurts like hell, and it probably will for a while.
we tend to hunch our shoulders
shying away from standing tall