A Grief Observed

It's hard to believe that it was only one week ago that we rushed to Tulsa to be with my dad before he passed away.  It feels like I have lived years and years in a week.  Coming home brings the seeing that life has really only passed a span of 7 days, and we are the only ones who have aged with the suddeness that loss brings. I have only ever been on the other side, watching friends grieve the death of a close loved one.  I've felt like I was watching from the outside, peering through the windows, without knowing quite what it was like inside or how to be a comfort.  Now it's my turn inside and I'm not really sure what to do.  The chapter that I had been living in closed with such finality, and now I'm looking at the blank pages of a new one, wondering what they will bring. 

I'm not worried about my dad; there is peace in knowing that he is no longer in pain, and is celebrating in the arms of Jesus.  That brings me joy.  I'm just wondering what life is going to look like now.