When my father died, everyone told me (those who have lost a parent), several things with much repetition on certain themes. The first year is the hardest. Grief comes in waves. Sadness will hit you out of the blue and take your breath away. Losing a parent sucks and your life will never be the same again. I was told I am lucky to have adored my father and that he was a good man.

So far so good on all of those.