My father has died.
And now I must practice all that I preach.
I must allow the feelings, as awful as they are.
I must seek out stillness.
I must say no, be gentle with myself, listen to the small still voice that is kind and compassionate.
I must remember to breathe, eat, and sleep.
I must allow the kindness of others when I have the strength to receive it and forgive myself when I do not.
Grief will not be denied. It is perhaps the most honest emotion in its insistence on being dealt with. I shall honor mine as I honor my father.
Be kind to yourselves friends. All of it, even the very worst parts, works better when we are kind to ourselves.