I'm Not Fine

You see, my mom died one week ago. Well, that's when the funeral was. She actually died 9 days ago. But all the days seemed to have blended together into one big sobbing-casarole eating-"I'm sorry" hourless, endless day.

And I can't wait until it's over.

"Honey. Are you...okay?" Dad asks. It's like he is asking if I am flying. Being okayis so bizzare to him. So unreal. It's because he's not. And I'm not sure if he ever will be.

"Dad, I'm fine"

"Because, you know. If you want to talk, you know. I'm here." I knew he really didn't want to talk. It's the way he says it.

"I know." I'm not saying that because I know that he's there. I'm saying it because I know that he's not really HERE.

I don't think I am okay anymore. I really don't.