The summer of 1992, I had just finished 6th grade and was getting ready to go to 7th. I found out my grandpa, who I was very close with was diagnosed with bone cancer. This took his life in 2 months and I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye because he deteriorated so quickly. Shortly after my parents said they were getting a divorce and I had to move to a new city and start over in a new school. I was angry and upset with all the changes that were taking place so suddenly in my life so I started to act out and was really mad at God.