Questioning My Sanity

The only reason I didn't shake my head adamantly and argue was because this was my father. He should've been part of the reason why I needed to move on. "It's okay to grieve, Hijo. You should. Take all the time you need. I lost your mama and felt those deep, deep feelings of despair too, but I won't sit here and say I know what you're going through. This is your grief. No two people are the same, and so no two people will grieve the same way. It may take you months, years, to heal. All I can promise you is, in the end, it will happen. Trust me. I know." He took a deep breath and sat back. "When your mama passed, I, too, had moments of feeling like I just wanted to die. Mind you I had four little boys who were counting on me to be there for them and those thoughts still crossed my mind. Don't let those feelings make you feel weak. They're perfectly normal. Accept them; just please don't act on them. They will pass, and little by little the memories will be what you'll live for." He hugg