The other side

So, now I'm on the other side. My Dad, my longtime hero, died peacefully and comfortably on March 31.
     My days have kind of passed in a blur. MB and I spent the last few weeks staying with my Mom, being noise in the house for her. Distracting her when we could, supporting her when we couldn't, and just putting one foot in front of the other, trying to find our balance after losing an important level of our foundation.
     I'm home, now, re establishing a comfortable life pattern for MB, doing the things I know I should be doing. Finding laughter and enjoyment in life. But Dad is never far from my mind or my heart.
He would not expect, nor want anyone to wallow in grief. To stagnate. He'd kick our butts for even thinking that was an option. I do my best to focus on what he would consider the most important; my young son. And my family, but, really? Especially my son. My Dad was a champion of children, and providing comfort, love and stability for them. Without sounding like a corny song, they are the future.
     Onward, then, I go. I cry when I need to, laugh when I can, and love, always. I'm off work for another few weeks, and I need that time to get myself  more steady, to find yet another, new normal.