My Own Grieving Process

My father passed away December 16, 2012. It was all very sudden. My father suffered a stroke over 15 years ago and with therapy and a host of medication, he was almost himself. The only way you knew something was wrong was in the way he walked His right side was paralyzed but with therapy he was able to walk with a cane and occasionally cooked and always cleaned.
I was on the next plane back to east to be by my mother's side. I stayed by mother's side until I flew back west.
That's when I began to grieve.
Last week I painted my nails.
Today I unlocked my hair.