The summer of 1985.
The summer I turned thirteen.
Too old for Scooby Doo and Fred Flintstone, old enough to ask questions about the Unabomber and the famine in Africa, but not quite old enough to understand the hostage situation of the Iran-Contra Affair, I wanted to grow up faster than I should.
I wasn’t a little girl anymore.
But I wasn’t a grown-up either.
The summer my best friend died.
Grief comes in waves, and if you don't pay attention, he will hit you hard when you least expect it.
But if you make friends with Grief, and take a active, mindful, intentional approach to your grief, it can not only be manageable, it can be pleasurable, and even joyful.
Grief Mentoring shows you how to face your grief with strength and feel the LOVE he brings.