A journey.
On Wednesday October 5th 2011 ,my dearly beloved dad died. I am in the very early stage of grief. Sometimes I feel ok,or at least numb. Other times I feel desolate ,lost and cannot take in the fact that i will never ever see ,touch or hug my dad again.It is just to big too much to take in. I no longer fear the phone ringing.I no longer have constant feelings of anxiety. I am left with a very deep sorrow. I am wondering if keeping a blog of my journey through grief will be theraputic. I feel very tired much of the time,yet not sleeping very well. I feel for my siblings,Sandra ,Matthew, Jackie and Gary,and my sons Andrew and Philip. I feel for all the people who loved my dad and are grieving for him and missing his cheery grin his zest for life and his uniqueness. What I want to do is be in Glasgow and be close to my Glasgow family.I find it comforting to be with them. They just know what I feel and I just know what they are feeling.Or at least this is what I believe so I still gain comf...