Sunday night

After church my daughter invited me for lunch.  Tried to be upbeat but had to stay quiet.  Went home to feel sorry for myself.  I called a friend that I hadn't seen in years but she came to the funeral home.  She has been a widow for eleven years.  I talked and cried, she was so understanding.  Then my brother called.  We have not been close for years but he did come to the funeral.  He lost his wife six years ago and talked for a long time.  Many hurts were let go during that call.  That night night I got that numb feeling again.  I wonder if this is part of the process?