Anguish

I am struggling, I admit it. I have reached the stage now where I miss Dad terribly and he keeps creeping into my thoughts unbidden. I am having trouble blocking the thoughts, and maybe I shouldn't. There are reminders of him wherever I go, we went to so many places together that nowhere is safe. Matthew says I have lost my focus and I am certainly aware that I am not my normal self. I feel depressed, but I know it is grief plain and simple. I phoned the hospice today to ask them to arrange some bereavement counselling so at least I have made a positive step. Dad was such a big part of my life I know it is going to take a long time for the enormous hole he left to fill up. I am adrift but hopefully will not sink.