The first time I remember dealing with death, or really being affected by it, was when I was nine years old. My parents gathered us around before scripture and prayer one night, and told us that one of my Great Grandparents had passed away. I remember crying and feeling confused as to why I was so sad. I knew that my Great Grandpa was in Heaven. Without a doubt. I remember thinking that week that…

Today Ashley is sharing a post about divorce. I have been really looking forward to reading this because I recently had a little brother go through one last month. It was heartbreaking and not what we the family, well, at least the siblings (both sets of parents had known and were trying to help the best they could) expected. He broke the news to us around Christmas, and it has hung heavy on my h…