Too much

My dad died two weeks ago. I have felt more sadness recently than I ever thought a person could feel. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of losing ones parent. I actually don't think I have fully accepted this reality. It almost feels as though he will return from some far off place any day and it will have all been a bad dream. How is that for putting your head in the sand and hiding from life. I cannot sit and cry, but feel I really need to do just that. Life does go on. Each day you place one foot in front of the other and continue forth. This will all fade in time. I even lack the energy and ability to concentrate to type this. I lack the ability to gather my fleeting thoughts together into a cohesive bundle. Later maybe.....