It\'s been almost 7 weeks since my father went missing, and about 2 since they discovered his body. It seems that everyone around has sobbed and broken down and is now moving on, but I have yet to really cry. Two weeks before my father went missing, I gave birth to my first child. I keep telling myself I\'m holding it together for him, but I\'m not sure if I\'m just holding back. My family is worried that I\'m bottling everything up, but I feel as though I\'m am just doing what I have to do for my son.
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