My incredible, sweet & dear, and insightful friend, of 41 years, wrote to me tonight. I keep remembering more and more people (friend, cousins, realtives) that I should write, and or call, to tell about my Dad's passing. She was REALLY close to her Dad, and he died very suddenly, she was shell-shocked, and this was her answer.
"Oh Sweetie, I just listened to your message and now it is too late to
call you, but I'll call in the morning"
"Honey, there is nothing to do -- and there is nothing you need to do.
You just sit around, lay around, feel your feelings, love your dad, and
cry every day. Then you will take walks, rehearse all the things, so you
don't forget them, and go to the store to buy an apple. Then you will
take a yoga class and talk to people, and very gradually you will not
cry every day. This took me a year, but I am very slow. And then you
won't cry every week. And then you will think you are better and in the
middle of a drive home you will cry your eyes out. Just know it takes
time. And that there is love in it. And that you will learn more about
yourself, and your life, and life in general. Fresh air helps. Fuzzy
slippers help. Sad movies make it worse. Turn off the radio -- music
is impossible, just now. Pray. Write. Take naps. Take vitamins (you
are really burning through your vitamins.) Make a pot of tea. Arrange
flowers. Anything creative.
It just hurts like hell. But it won't kill you, and someday you will
even be able to talk about him without crying.
