Time out

I have a copy of the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying on my shelf, but I haven't picked it up yet. I holed up for three weeks from the world to work out where I was at, to settle into what it feels like to be a son without a father, and to take time out to work out again what's important to me in a load of areas in my life. I spent the time avoiding public social events, turning down friends' requests to go out, staying in, going for walks, and thinking, a lot, and not thinking, a lot. I suppose I needed to regain stewardship of what was going on in my life, and to allow myself time to cry when I needed to, and I needed to. Losing my Dad sucks.