Originally Posted by clickwir

Actually no, I meant 8. By that age we had moved 4 times because my father was in the Navy, that year while I was 7 he died in a motorcycle accident.

My mom had just given birth to my sister in June, he died in October, I turned 8 in November. It was a long time ago, and I remember it pretty well. It was hard, I really didn't know how life could get any better. I've had to leave friends behind when we moved, and struggle to make new ones. Sometimes you just have to zone out life for a few weeks and run on auto pilot while your head sorts things out.

Live and learn. Only you can let you get down. Best I can offer is to roll with it and learn, things will improve.