Like a red rubber ball

So, in the 72 hours that Dad was in Hospice, we were visited by a number of people who gave us a lot of information to process.

Drinking from a firehose, we call it in my line of work.

One guy came by - he was the minister or... I don't know - he's a religious guy.

He told Mom that grief is circular.  I didn't know what that meant at the time.

All I know is tonight, it hit me in the face.  Like a frisbee.

I cried for a little bit.  I can't breathe through my nose now, but otherwise, I feel a little better.

Although I've got some aches and pains that are an ergo nightmare.

And I have a few hours left to get my expenses in for the month.  I hate doing expenses.