Slap in the Face/Hug of a Friend

Sometimes life just slaps you in the face. And it stings...I mean really stings!
I've been having such a good time lately...feeling good, being happy, not sad...you know. (If you don't, see post below) So, of course, I have to get smacked. Things going good? BAM!
Grief, I'm quickly learning, is a violent pendulum, swinging from one extreme to the other. And I am at the other extreme...deep sadness and loss. I feel like I am falling apart...I don't even feel like myself...can barely remember who I even was before daddy died. I'm so thankful that Paul and my friends remember...cos how else could I get back to myself?
I feel like I'm sliding down a slope with nothing to grab hold of so I don't slip all the way down into the deep, dark pit of depression. And then I'm reminded...I'm not doing this alone...and I do have someone, several someones, to grab hold of. And I'm extremely grateful for that...for those few people who are still there, who still care, who don't care if I call them to cry, if I try to push them away. Cos they aren't going anywhere. Thank you. Without you, I wouldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, the sun breaking away the dark clouds, that things will get better.