It's been almost 2 weeks since I lost my dad and it still doesn't feel real. I still expect it to be him when my phone rings, I want to call him after the Patriots make a great play, and when something exciting happens I still think "I can't wait to tell dad about this".
I've been overwhelmed by the out pouring of support from others. Friends I hadn't seen in 5 years showed up at my house, we were constantly surrounded my relatives, and the neighbors made sure we had plenty to eat. When I arrived back in DC there was even a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my coworkers in NYC waiting on my kitchen table. And how can I not mention all the sweet emails and comments from the blog world.
Now it's time to get back into my normal routine. A new normal routine that doesn't include daily lunch time chats with my dad. But getting back into the office, cooking dinner every night, and now getting back into blogging are helping me. Life is going to be different but it's going to continue to happen. It might take some time but I'm going to be ok.