It's been four days since my father was laid to its final resting place.
It's been surreal since Day 1. I still feel like floating. Sleepy and tired. Sad and angry.
I don't understand.
I didn't know how I survived the rest of the days. I kept going and going. Errands after errands. So many things to do. So many tasks to finish.
My body feels like exploding. I wanted to cry and to shout but I can't. It seems like I'm loaded with anesthesia. Numbness all over me.
Right now, I am physically exhausted. Emotionally drained.
All I want is to sleep.