It’s been a little over a week since my dad’s passing.
I can’t help but feel there is something wrong with me because the grief has not hit me full force. It comes in moments. Hearing a song on the radio, I still feel like he is going to come home from the hospital and everything is going to be okay, but I know he is not. I know my dad is dead. But the reminders of him are everywhere and I keep feeling he is going to come home and this entire experience has just been one bad nightmare. Actually, this entire thing, since I learned about his cancer, has just been surreal.
Days go by in a blur. I go with the flow. Somehow the smallest things that will set me off. A song. A thought. A random object. A memory. It doesn’t take much. Everything seems surreal still.