thats very true, he was only 22
i actually came to work this morning thinking id be ok and or better off than not being at home around a bunch of people crying, im starting to think it was a not so great idea.
Flex, I remember when my dad died (I disliked him as a youth, but not only came to like him, but had him as my Best Man
when I got married). Everyone were complimenting me on how strong I was, how put together I was, how strong I was for my mom.
Slightly longer than a year later it
hit me like a tonne of bricks. Every time I'd drive anywhere
I'd start crying (I'm usually rather stoic), just uncontrollably. I had not really come to terms w/jack$h!+. My best advise is give yourself all the time you need. It never gets easier; time heals absolutely nothing. You merely adjust your behaviour so as not to make others uncomfortable.
My dad died in 1995, I think about him every time I hear a good joke (I used to call him & tell him because he was a masterful joke teller); I think about him anytime I see a '67 Corvette roadster; a '66 Mustang 2+2; any BSA; any holiday decorations- year round. Whenever I see any James Bond, John Wayne, or "war movie" I feel a pang. I have a wonderful collection of tools: Mac, Snap-on, Klein, Craftsman. His name is engraved on all of the ones that once belonged to him. I do all my own maintainance - thus, he is literally with me every time I pick up one of his tools. He is never not with me
Again, my sincerest regards to you & his family.