Maybe, but I think there is something else going on; I just can’t figure out what exactly.
I was sorry to learn of your father’s passing, you have my deepest sympthanies.
I’m sure that if Donna would share what’s really setting her off, everyone would jump to help her.
I know I would.
Thank you, also.
I can barely stand to read my own words about him and the condolences of others.
It makes it “real” and that’s the problem I’m having, right now.
The denial of the reality.
I visited him and his leg was aching terribly but he was otherwise lucid and ‘himself’ and then they hauled him to a hospital far away where he ‘deteriorated’ with a bizarre rapidity and I was advised not to visit...then suddenly, he was just gone.
It’s so unreal.
The funeral was unreal.
And, so, that is my ‘problem’.
I can’t accept it yet.
It’s not really real, to me.