Stages of grief that is. I recieved word last weekend that my father had died in his home. So far I have gone through shock, guilt, sadness, ugly cry and now I am not sure what to call the stage I am in and sometimes I regress back to one of the other stages. In some ways I feel like I am becoming numb to it, but I think I kind of have to since I (along with my siblings) need to figure out what to do with his estate. There are still so many things that will strike me and make me feel teary.