Since my mom died in May, I haven't been to church except maybe two weeks after she died and then the pain of her death was still so fresh (it still is, as it'll be 3 months since she died next Thursday), I couldn't stay for the whole service. I packed up my things and left. I felt completely alone, yet I did not want to be around anyone. I felt that if I stayed I would've just started bawling and wouldn't be able to stop.

Today, was the first time I've been to church in months and…