I think this is my last entry for this blog.
I created it to mourn the loss of my father, to grieve through the written word. So why is this the last entry? Am I done grieving? Is everything okay now?
I think that grief, especially sudden grief, is a bit like waking up, and finding a boulder in your living room. First, there’s shock. (What is this? How did it get here? This can’t be real.) Then anger, and denial. You try to move it. (Nope.) You yell at it to go away. (Also, nope.) And then you’re exhausted, and left to confront the boulder in your living room, which hasn’t moved, or gotten any smaller, at all.