I'm just now posting this even though it has been a bit more than 3 months since it happened. I'm doing this to get some emotions out, and get some talking going on, so I can start the road to recovery. On May 9th, early morning, I was at college. I got a phone call from my older brother. He had told me that my mom had called him and told him that my father had a heart attack and had collapsed, and paramedics were doing CPR and whatnot. About an hour later, I get a phone call from my mother informing me that my father had died. I got a ride from some friends and travelled 5 hours straight home. Even after I had gotten home, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't until I took a couple benedryl that I got around 6 hours of sleep. We had him buried in Dallas, TX, and I've been recovering ever since then. We go by Jewish traditions, so I'll be returning to the gravesite to put a headstone there, but I'm in no rush to do that. Any macrumors members out there that have had a similar experience and have some advice for me? No offense, you guys don't have to tell me the usual "I'm sorry" and stuff. I've heard it so many times, I've become numb to it. When I do get back to college (a week from now), I'll be getting some psychological help. Thanks in advance.