I started to send some messages to the people who were closest to my dad right after his death. For a moment - a moment only - I was sort of situation appropriate. You know, someone just died so try not to be a sarcastic schmuck appropriate.
I told my sister to be careful, not to rush over. Then I reminded her that dad was "with mom now, probably complaining that the eggs aren't hot enough."
It went like that for a while, to a variety of people on a variety of topics relating to dad. Then I got busy. Like right away. I'm terrible at sitting and waiting - I like to have concrete tasks to accomplish. My mind started to click immediately with who to call, where to go, what to do.
To thine own self be true. I don't think anyone was surprised at how I behaved.
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