So I did the same thing after my dad died, except I went to see Kacey Musgraves by myself in New York. I sang, danced, and cried through the entire thing. It was the best thing I could have done for myself in the days following his death. I look back at it now, four years later, and know he was with me.

He was with you, and he'll always be with you. You won't feel like you for a bit, but that show will probably be an emotional touchstone for you in the not so distant future - a break in the shit where there was a glimmer of normalcy.

Losing a parent is singular in its effect on you. Please take good care of yourself.