Here I am. Fifty days after my father's passing. Still dazed. Still out of sorts. Afraid to step back in.
Till my father was unwell, there was but one aim: to do what I could to help him. Nothing else really mattered. Now that he's gone, I have to look around. I have to get back to normal life.
I don't feel up to it.
I just sent my first email announcing I am back.
What else could I do?
