My mom started teaching me about the bible when I was little, like really little. I never understood it or God until I experienced His grace first hand and realized he was answering my prayers. See my dad died when I was 20. It was really hard not just because I lost my dad but because it was at a time where we had developed a relationship and he was really there for me.
I would stop and see him almost every day and he was so easy to talk to. His passing was very sudden as well. I remember my mom telling me to pray for peace and I remember her praying over me and holding my hand. She gave me a little bible and would dog ear certain pages. There were verses she wanted me to read.
The saying, time heals everything, is so not true. It is God that heals you. To this day I miss my dad so much it hurts. I still cry. I still can remember his big hugs and dancing with him.