I'm feeling all Sally Field, but I'm really Shirley MacLaine

So, here's something interesting that happens when a parent dies.  People are nice to you.  Like, extremely nice.

I'm overwhelmed with how kind an supportive people have been.  Family, friends, colleagues, customers... near-strangers.

The whole thing is just so nice.

And it freaks me out.

I could pretend that I feel deserving of all this kindness, but kind of don't.  I mostly have no idea how to handle all the feelings.

For now, I'm taking lots of deep breaths and practicing saying "thank you".

Thank you.