On death and dying - part2 cont.

The day after.  Today is melancholy, I awoke at about 9 this morning and without much choice my body put me back to sleep until 2 this afternoon.  Apparently I needed some rest, there have been many sleepless nights recently and depression always calls for sleep.  The frog is back in my throat, I feel on the verge of tears at every turn.  My mother and I talked about today and the next few days to come, these will be the hardest she said.  The constant orbit of friends and family is subsiding.  These alone times, when reflection starts, are when we start to heal.  I think I will start Part 3 tomorrow.  I will dive into why he died, the problems his body encountered and what happened over the last few months leading up to death.   I can only focus on the  emotional  reaction for so long without effecting my own recovery in a negative way.  We'll get back to it later, when I quite getting my keyboard wet.  :-)

To be continued....