There are things I have learned in this life since my Father died; things that help me claw myself out of Grief--this grief which feels like a dark presence in my soul. Writing is one of those things. My Father used to tell me, Keep thinking. Keep thinking and you will figure it out. Good words from a father who loved his daughter. One thing I recently learned helps me is mathematics. I was never any good at math in school; but I find now in this spirit-killing Grief that working out even simple problems helps keep me sharp. This, writing, and going for brisk walks, (which I am able to do more frequently than before now that the weather is nice); these things are tools that lift my spirit out of agony, however short-lived. But maybe going on with these throughout this nightmare will prove to be worthwhile. Remember: When you feel like dying, keep going.