That might make you think of Charlie Brown. As a kid I used to draw Snoopy and Woodstock all the time. The pizza parlor piano man Jim remembered those drawings a zillion (20+) years later. My art has changed a bit…
Recent conversations are about experiencing the tough parts of grief.
I could say I learned too young but any age is too young.
I was 13 when my dad died and mom eventually went to Widowed Persons Service. I did a senior paper on grief and recently shared these links with a friend.
We all process our loss in different time frames and depth because every circumstance and relationship is unique.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27