There were months where the only person I could make myself talk to was Sofy, and that was mostly because she didn't give me a choice (and that was the right thing for her to do, btw). I'm closer to my Dad than I am to almost anyone, and I think there was a period of about three months when Sofy sent him a couple of "she's alive" emails just to keep him from panicking, because I literally could not.

I'm getting that down to days and hours, not months and weeks, now, and it feels good. I'm not naive enough to think it'll never get bad again, but it isn't *now* and I plan to enjoy it.