It has been over a week since my Dad died.  I think I am doing so much better...then all of a sudden..it hits me again...just like a slap in the face.  Last night I went to zumba.  I thought it would pick my spirits up to go.  As soon as I got there..it hit me.  There were so many zumba classes that I missed due to traveling to Norwich to see my Dad.  I remember thinking sometimes that I wished I had made it to Zumba and gotten back earlier from seeing my Dad.  Last night the realization came, that I was on time for the class and I was wishing that I was visiting with my Dad instead.  My heart just broke during the class.  I think I am doing so much better...and I am not. - Becky