A Grieving Period

Just when I thought I might need to talk to my doctor about adjusting my medication, the "depression" started to lift. I realized that I was enjoying my work again and interacting with the students. Smiling and laughing became easy again and I returned to normal all around.

I asked my stepmother last week how she and my brother were doing without my father, and she said, "It's an adjustment." That, I think, sums the whole period up pretty well for me. Our minds received a blow. It wasn't unexpected, but it was a blow. We spent a little time absorbing it, and now we're adjusting.