Bad weekend.

I'm a DA when it comes to grieving, so I'm no help. I was driving down the hiway, many many months after my Dad died, when it hit me. A thought just popped into my head, and I shed a couple of tears, and that was all my emotions kicked out. Like I said, I'm a DA about that stuff.
That doesn't mean I didn't care for my Daddy, I really did love him very much.
My sister kindof hated me for a while cuz I didn't bawl my eyes out like she did. She got over it, and we're friends again. People grieve in different ways. Keep your chin up brother, lay some love on Sis.