The day my dad died, I took my daughter to the movies. It was exactly what I needed.

The author is still grieving for her father. Courtesy of the author I lost my father after months of illness. Taking my daughter to the movies became my way of surviving the first day. Three months later, I'm still learning what grief actually looks like. The day my father died , it was a Monday, early morning. Normally, I would have been driving my daughter to school, but she was home with a badly injured foot. My uncle called and said, "Now I have to tell you that your father crossed over earlier this morning." This was a call I expected. Dad had been sick, in and out of the hospital, for eight months. It started with simple heart stent surgery and progressed to his major organs shutting down. He was 87. I was very close to my Dad. Probably closer than most f athers and daughters .