Grief

The sobbing is over. I am still capable of watery eyes when someone asks me how I'm doing, but some of the heaving sorrow has been gone for a couple of days.

Really, life has returned to normal. Not much changes since Dad lived so far away and I saw him so seldom (and now am wondering if I should have done things differently that way).

There's just this deep ache that's left over. My stomach hurts. I have trouble falling asleep at night and trouble getting up in the morning. I want my dad back. I want a chance to appreciate him fully again. I regret when I failed to love him well.