Being the cynical woman I am, I anticipated my dad's death for about a year. Seeing him once or often twice a week and speaking to him daily, I could easily see his gradual decline in physical wellness.
But still, I was and am utterly surprised that he is gone. Not gone-gone. But gone from my sight, my touch, my hearing.
I have good days, like today.
Then I have bad days, like Father's Day.
Death has shaken up my world...tossed me about to and fro.
Some days I am so insecure I can't even stand myself.
All part of the process of losing someone you love...losing someone who loved you.

But today is a good day and I almost feel normal. I will enjoy and savor it for who knows what tomorrow will bring.