My dad died a little over a week ago. I rarely react strongly to things right when they happen, but rather a few months later when I've digested it. The realization that I won't be able to call him and joke around comes every now and then, but otherwise I think I'm still somewhat in shock. I've never really had anyone I was close to who's died so I'll take my time processing things.
He still got well over 70 years old and also had some illnesses so it wasn't as shocking as having a parent die in their 50s or 60s. But dead is dead no matter how it happened. I had very kind police officers who came over to deliver the news in person and they even offered to stay as long as I wanted them to, so that's a nice gesture "society" provides. Two of the tree were women and I could see that one of them had real trouble looking at me as she seemed saddened over having to be the bearer of bad news, that must be a really rough part of their job.
Anyhow, I've been avoiding to think too much about it since I already suffer from depression so I don't want to spiral even further into sadness right now, I'll mourn properly when I feel ready over a longer time.
My heart goes out, in a non-hand-gesture-way, to all the rest of you.
