Grieving.

Funny how the sadness hits you in waves.  You're doing okay--maybe not great, but okay.  Then you see something and think - "Oh, I should pick that up for Father's Day, he'd like it." and it all crashes.  Or you just sit, kinda numb, but sad, even though you know there's a ton of crap that absolutely needs to be done.  Because you just aren't motivated enough to do it. 

It's getting better.  It will get better.  But I miss my Dad.