The 3 F’s: Faith, Family and Friendships
When I think of an “F” I go back to grade school thinking about getting a bad grade and not wanting to show mom the report (yes, I got one F in middle school and it was the last time I ever did thanks to
“I Am With You.”
A few days after the funeral, the anger began to set in. Again, I wasn’t angry at God but at the situation. I was still trying to make sense of what happened, why she didn’t tell us about the motorcycles they had and how our