I remember thinking way back in June that I'm glad grieving seems to come in waves, in doses, otherwise the intensity would be practically unbearable.

This characteristic can take me by surprise, too. Every so often, I'll think about Dad, and think that I haven't cried for awhile, and I'll think that maybe the crying is over now. Maybe things have resettled at the new normal.

Today I got a Christmas card from my Mom. When I opened it I saw that she had put in a picture of Dad. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Tears again. How can he be gone? How can people just go?

This is such a long process.