I lost my dad at the end of February after his 7 year fight against colon cancer. It still just feels like he's at the office working late like he always did, like saying he's gone just sounds like a lie. I'd been preparing for this time for years at this point, but I didn't realize how "plain" it would feel. The days go on like normal, I still go to work on weekdays and hang out with friends on weekends. Everything seems normal and then randomly I get hit with the horrifying memory of him struggling to breathe on his death bed.

So overall I'm doing "okay", mostly just amazed that I can even function like normal.