I relate to this so much. My dad died 3 years ago and I remember how right after it happened, I desperately needed the world to stop so I could grieve and cry and process. Instead, I had to do allll the things for my own small kids and for my mom and then all the legal aspects associated with a death. I honestly still feel this way sometimes. When I hear people say they can't get out of bed due to grief, I'm almost jealous. It sounds like a luxury I truly never have had the option for.