When my father passed, we lived in another state and so had to drive home to PA and stay in a hotel. As I watched all the hustle and bustle at the hotel, people going in to the restaurant for breakfast, others checking in, etc., I became angry because the world didn't stop. I felt "Don't they know that my dad died?" The anger was quickly replaced w/sadness at the thought of never again hearing him say "Aw, whaddaya worried about? It'll work out." As Candace said, it doesn't get better but it does get different. You and Dad will always be together in spirit until you can be reunited in actuality. Peace to you all.....