I've felt more or less OK all week, and then got really fed up and miserable today for no apparent reason. Then I realise, before dad was ill (after he was ill I saw him nearly every day) it was Sunday I used to go and see him. I didn't always want to go ....... he was very deaf and it was hard work .... but it was what we did more or less every Sunday since my mother died 9 years ago. And now he's gone it feels so strange.