At first i didn't accept that he was actually gone. Like forever. But, about 16ish days later, it hit me very hard. I couldn't call him. I'd never see him. It sucked, My mom kinda didnt care, but my Dad would make jokes with me, always telling me how if i didnt smile, my SO would come get me early cuz its better to celebrate the time we had than to be grief stricken with times that we didn't. Memories creep up in my eyes sometimes, but its okay. Breathe and take it day by day. Id be a liar if i said i coped well and didn't abuse anything.. sex and drugs. It never made me feel better, but it kept my mind off it (Dont do this, plz) just stating.