This is my first entry and I would like to share my walk. As a little girl I grew up in a large family which was great your never alone. I was raised in a christian home and as they call us I'm a Church of Christ pew baby it is all I've ever known. At the age of 9 my father went into the hospital to have some dental work and when he came home it was in a coffin. He was a stay at home Dad so our world was forever changed. He walked me to school everday and came to school to pick us up for lunch too! Since my routine changed I started going to my Mothers work and sitting on the steps and cried during lunch, children were not recognized as Grieving back the in the early 70's.
I had many dreams of my Father and he always told me to be easy on my Mother that she was having a hard time with this too. I started sleeping with her and slept in her bed until I was 13. My siblings handled Dads death in different ways, my brother who was 13 got a job and became a man that years. Not sure if he ever really was a kid. Two of my sister were married already, another blamed herself for Dads passing and my other sister just a few years older than me went to war with my Mother over any and everything. She was grieving the parent that she felt loved her the most and understood who she really was.
During this time in my life I would look soulfully in the mirror deep into my own eyes and sometime become afraid other times I swear the eyes looking back at me were not my own. It is hard to explain but eyes speak without words and in a large family speaking without words sometimes is easier to hear. This was only the beginning for me I have walked with God and death my entire life!