My father died a month ago in quite traumatic circumstances. He had been unwell, not terminal, but nothing could have prepared me for what unfolded. We spent nearly 2 weeks living in the hospital expecting everyday to be the day we were told that enough was enough. Other than twice during that time I haven’t really broken down, I’ve kept a bit of a lid on it around close family and when I went home I thought it would flood in. We’ve had the funeral now too and again nothing. I cried but wasn’t hysterical. I do cry sometimes but I always thought if something happened to my Dad it would break me. I went back to work this week as I felt bored doing nothing but I’m worried I’m still I shock/haven’t processed it and I’ll have some kind of meltdown.