A Surreal Feeling
The funeral has come and gone.
Everything that felt so heavy, so consuming, led up to that moment…
and now it’s over.
We miss my dad. Of course we do.
But at the same time, life has already started moving again.
People go back to work. Messages slow down. The world keeps turning.
And that’s the strange part.
Because inside, something has changed.
But outside, everything looks the same.
The sadness doesn’t stay constant.
It comes and goes. Quietly. Unexpectedly.
A moment, a memory, a thought… and suddenly it’s there again.
Then it fades.
I can’t fully describe it.
It’s not as intense as before, but it’s not gone either.
It just feels… surreal.
Like standing between two worlds —
one where everything has moved on,
and one where a part of you is still catching up.
Maybe that’s what grief is.
Not just sadness,
but learning how to exist in a reality that feels unfamiliar…
even when everything around you looks the same.