It will be 3 months tomorrow since I lost my dad. I cant seem to get back to where I was before this whole cancer thing started. I dont know why my heart wont mend. I cant seem to get out of the fog I am in. Its not depression, because I can still laugh. I just cant believe he is really gone. He is on my mind always. It doesnt matter what happens it always relates back to my dad. Every white car I see, every single older couple, every man over 65, the reminders that he is not here are unbearable. I was hesitate about writing how I feel, but I'm desperate. I need to find peace and dont know how. I dont talk about it to others because I dont think they are vey comfortable with it, unless of course they have been there. I am reading The Purpose Driven Life(Don recommended to the board) and am hoping I will have a better understanding. Thanks for listening.