As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.
A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.
To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can’t let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.
That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.
Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.