First off, being smart and pretty gets you virtually nowhere.
When you have a strong mother, you respect yourself. You don’t let anyone talk down to you. You don’t let anyone walk over you.
The goal is not to be a star. But to always look towards the stars.
The uncertainty crushes you.
Know the difference between giving up and letting go. Be your own everything.
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.