Thank you guys. It's hard, but we knew it was coming, so the blow wasn't as bad as it could have been. So far, though, I can't quite seem to grasp the concept--not like a crushed, "What am I going to do?" feeling, but more like it doesn't quite... fit. When I remember him on that bed, I know he's dead, but I don't. I don't know how to describe it.

But it seems like I missed a lot. I'll start reading through while I write.