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Grief is exhausting. I didn't realize it until my dad died; I think I took a full body hit. Sleep as much as you want as long as you stay hydrated.
Yes, I can join you ladies saying that I know first hand that grief is horribly exhausting. Although there was my mother (who was useless), myself and my former sister there when my Dad suffered the massive coronary that nine days later claimed his life, I was the *one* to make all the decisions at the hospital, to talk to all the doctors, to sign all the papers for experimental heart therapies, to plan the three day wake (long time ago), the funeral Mass (thank God my BIL was a priest back then), buy the cemetery plots, choose the casket, flowers, after service catering, etcetcetc. It was overwhelming for a 24 yr. old even though I was very capable. My Father was my everything. I never allowed myself to feel the emotional pain of it all, never. I didn't allow myself to cry because my quite old fashioned Sicilian mother and brainless former sister were walking through the halls of the hospital crying weepy, very dramatic tears and saying quite out loud that God was going to give my father a new heart. Total LUNACY! The CCU nurses called a family psychologist who specialized in grief counseling to speak with them and rightly so. But I didn't actually "feel" it all until almost a year or more later. Then I got really sick. Glandular fever, mononucleosis, and a horrible immune system shut down. That's honestly not the way to handle this.
PB, my sweet friend, you do whatever you need to do every minute of every day for the foreseeable future until you feel stronger and steadier and physically better. Everyone is here for you as a group and you always know where to find me. You just keep writing- here, there (you know) and everywhere (FB, etc.). Our group hope is that you feel the love being sent your way. Lots of lots of love and caring through the miles. We'll hold you up.