Sometimes, I wish the world would stop so I could absorb the fact that my Dad is gone. I keep expecting to hear his voice on the phone and when I was at home, I kept thinking he would be just around every corner. But he's gone and the world doesn't stop for anyone. I got home today and already, the pace is reasserting itself. I have rehearsal this afternoon which I'm going to. Bills to pay, dogs to get groomed and projects to get started on or finish. Laundry to do, cleaning to do and other things to do.
It also doesn't help that sadness is emotionally crippling to me. I have a strange perspective and it makes being sad hard.
Anyways, I'm happy to be home in a house cleaned by friends while we are away.
I just miss my Dad.