When Life Becomes Surreal

Tomorrow will mark two weeks since my father died. Even as I write that, it doesn’t seem real to me. This time two months ago, he was going to work. We were taking day trips to places like Montauk and Hoboken on the weekends. He was playing with his grandson, eating his favorite foods, and enjoying life. I can’t wrap my mind around it. It’s like my brain refuses to process what happened. He was just here. Now he’s gone.