Heavy Sigh

I had a wonderful time visiting Busy, and someday soon I'll tell you all about it.
I came home last Thursday night, wanting to see my family but not wanting to leave Busy, especially knowing that she has some hard months ahead of her. I'm glad, though, that I came home when I did. Friday afternoon, we got the news that Don's dad died.
Questions of "How was your trip?" quickly became expressions of "I'm so sorry." And the past few days have been a whirlwind of making arrangements, holding my daughters, dealing with phone calls, and everything else. We really haven't had a chance to process anything at all.
Today I realized I haven't even unpacked yet. It's been the furthest thing from my mind.
I took a shower this morning and wanted to just stay in there forever. The curtain seemed to separate me from everything else - death, cancer, sickness, phone calls, bills, work. I wish I could have stayed there, apart from all that. But I can't, and my head is swimming.