I am a strong person and I've always known that but from the moment I got the call that my dad had had a stroke, I knew I had to be even stronger. I had no other choice at that moment.
Two different friends have shared this thought, in different words, with me over the past few weeks. The simple truth is that the stronger the love, the harder the grief. One of those friends reminded me to be thankful for the intense grief because it reflects intense love. I don't think I'm quite to the "thankful" point yet.
Finally, even in the darkest moments, I try to focus on God's truths. This is a great reminder of what God can do even through difficult moments. Again, I have a long ways to go; this is all still very fresh but I trust God to fulfill his promises through the days, weeks and yes, years to come.