See, now you've got me crying again....(it's not your fault, Joe. The tears have been coming on and off all day today).
Thank you, and you're right. This too SHALL pass. Life goes on, the world keeps turning - even thought we may feel it an outrage that it does so. (How DARE the world go about it's business! Doesn't it know that my dad is gone?)
I have found that W.H. Auden best verbalizes how it feels....
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good
