I was just going to bump this up, but I also have a difficult time seeing orphan posts, so I'll take the plunge.
All I want to do is curl up in a corner and not have to go out. I want everything to stop. At the same time, I know that this isn't the way that I should be grieving my father, nor would it be the way that he would want to see us.
The contrast of feelings is strange and confusing at best, and sometimes overwhelming. On the one hand the grief is deep and envelops one's self completely, on the other there's a sense of peace because he is at peace and not ailing anymore. On the one hand he's gone, but on the other he's just away. Far away but close.
Today as I was driving back from the bank, I was thinking of how I was a few years ago. I was in a lot of emotional pain then, and whilst I tried to maintain a good posture, inside it always felt as though I was doubled over permanently from the pain. My current grief is different from the old emotional pain.