I was 14

I was 14.

I was 14 when I walked in and found my father dead in his bed.

I was 14 when my world changed forever.

I was 14 when I gave up God. I was 14 when I realized I had basically no one in my corner anymore.

I was a child. I not only lost my dad, my only parent. But I was a child and found my dad dead.

You see lots of people lose their parents, even when they are still a child. Some handle it well other do not.

The one thing that is important here– YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDED HOW A TRAUMA IMPACTS SOMEONE ELSE. YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE WHEN A PERSON SHOULD MOVE ON OR GET OVER THAT LOSS BECAUSE OTHERS DEAL WITH IT TOO.

They will handle it when the time comes. I am now 25 and just in the last year began to process it all. That is eleven years for me.

11.

Let that sink in.