She told me she was OK, that she loved me and to just go out there and play hard. She said she was sorry she couldn't be here but that she would be here in spirit.
She's worked hard for four years to get to this point. I've always loved her ability to distribute and assist as well as put the ball in the net. She'll do what it takes - step up and score goals - or lay it off to other people.
She was very outgoing. She loved everybody. She would help everybody except herself. She would do anything for anybody except herself.
She was very important in helping me form a certain sensibility about writing fiction. I read her 13 short stories over and over and over again. I studied them and I loved them.
She was really outgoing and great to be around. I loved her and somebody took her from me.
She was part of her church choir, step team and usher board. She loved McDonald's, mashed potatoes ? but most of all she loved the Lord.
She was dearly loved by faculty and her fellow students. She will be greatly missed by all of us that knew her.
She was, as she said in interviews, basically broke. So I didn't marry her for anything that she could give me as far as financially. I just loved the woman. I mean, I just loved her, unconditionally loved her.
Beloved community is formed not by the eradication of difference but by its affirmation, by each of us claiming the identities and cultural legacies that shape who we are and how we live in the world.
If we want a beloved community, we must stand for justice, have recognition for difference without attaching difference to privilege.