Good bye Dad

The world goes on but my father does not. I saw today the world. It spun around on its axis. People going about their business as usual. But in the midst of this usual there was mourning. My father went on home to be with the Lord today. Writing is leaves a strange taste in my mouth. Writing it does nothing for it. I type these words and he is still dead. And so I go on but he does not. How strange of a thing. I'd been told so many times that after someone dies, the world goes on without them, not missing a beat. It was not because he wasn't an important man or celebrity but because that's just how it works. There is no sudden end to the spinning, there is no sudden great pause. There is only continuation. And so I must continue. I must go on. Just like the world.