Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Remember that scene in Saving Private Ryan where Tom Hanks takes a near-miss shell hit on the beach on D-Day? He looks around for a bit, stunned and detached, while everything seems distorted and slowed down. Then the camera starts jiggling around, there’s an aural sensation of revving up, and suddenly he’s back in the here and now.
I just realized that I have been going through something of the same thing since the Mothe died, carrying on in a state of shock for several weeks and only coming back into the here and now within the past couple days. (Propelled, I don’t doubt, in part by the medical adventure described below. Let that one sink in.) I’m still sad, of course, but now I feel it’s all under control and I can function normally again.
Is this how it’s supposed to work?
Anyhoo, I think I can now say that I’m back.
The Port Stands At Your Elbow 
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September 18, 2017 at 8:23 pm
profmondo
Robbo —
I have said before that while there are moments in grief during which you want the world simply to stop, I’ve come to believe that it’s a blessing that it doesn’t. The demands of the rest of the world force us to rejoin it — to focus on other things, even if only intermittently. Grief moves in its own way, at its own pace. You’ll have good days and bad. Hang in there — I’m thinking of you.
Mondo
September 19, 2017 at 8:14 am
Old Dominion Tory
Someone once told me that that such a loss always hurts but, over time, it will hurt less often.
September 19, 2017 at 4:48 pm
nightfly
I can recall similar feelings when my father passed away. It’s absolutely normal. May God continue to bless and comfort you and all your family.
September 19, 2017 at 9:44 pm
Robbo
Thankee, friends. A glass of wine with you!