I've not done much the past two days other than purposefully wallowing in sadness and memories. I really truly believe that Dad's death offers a gift if one chooses to take it. The gift is the opportunity to safely explore the depths of grief and to learn more about the process of living and dying.
Everyone has been wonderfully supportive. Somehow I feel undeserving - after all I was not the one who died. And I was not in the position of Mei-Ling, Songya, and Steve. They were actually there with Dad. But I do appreciate everyone's genuine expressions of love and concern.
8:35:57 PM 
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