The besnu is this evening (kind of like a memorial service). Until the termu (thirteenth day), there will be the recitation of all the eighteen adhyaya (lessons) of the Bhagvad Gita at home, one hour a day. I have been praying the Office for the Dead daily.
The phone has rung off the hook, condolences, from the pharmacist around the corner, to the Prime Minister. Friends and colleagues. Very well meaning yet so wearisome.
My mailbox has been innundated by messages of condolence and sympathy. Needless to say, I simply am unable to respond to these yet.
St. Izzy left the following in the comments below:
"He thought he would become accustomed to [being orphaned], not yet understanding that it is useless to become accustomed to the loss of a father, for it will never happen a second time: might as well leave the wound open."I miss him. So much.
--Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before, end of chapter 7