Back from long absence

It's been a very hard year. Dad's lymphoma of the brain came back again after we thought the chemo nipped it out. I visited with him in late January and helped him explain to the family that it was his wishes to stop all further treatments :( I wish I could have been with him the past few months, to hold his hand, to look in his eyes, to hug him when I told him I loved him, and to be with mom to give her comfort and hugs as she watched her soulmate slowly slip away.

Dad passed away on June 29th. I thank God that we were able to be by his side, and that he knew we were there. And now that all the services are over, and we are back home, I'm sitting here wondering.... how do I pick up the pieces and continue on when I feel so empty? I know that time heals all wounds and that he's in a much better place, so please don't tell me that, even tho you say it out of kindness. Instead, call me, hug me, cry with me.......