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.
Let that sink in.