You were always the one who taught me to be strong. Hold back the tears and carry on. You taught me to be happy with the way God made me. I was beautiful no matter the way my hair looked, my weight, or the makeup on my face. It was what’s on the inside that counts. You taught me how to ride a bike, took off the trainers even when I thought it was too soon. Taught me to drive a car, and listen to happy tunes. You would sit and listen through every piano practice, even the notes that were out of tune. Your praises! You clapped and would sing…