My father died from cancer on April 11th. Then my grandfather died from a brain tumor on June 9th. I went through a heavy grief period. Then I felt I came out the other side. I seem to have accepted my Grandfather's death, as he lived a full life of 89 years. My dad, not so much. He owned a large farm and all his farm machinery and things left at his house we did not want are up for auction this weekend. The pictures sent by the auction company of his tractors-one in particular I have MANY memories of him on- has torn me to pieces inside. I have cried and cried the last few days and it's not fair to my little 3 year old. I already have a therapist and am on anti- depressants, but honestly I don't think it's helping that much. I feel as bad now as I did when he first died. I worry my family members because I can't get a grip on this crying, so I have his it and pretend to be ok. My friends don't know what to say, so I haven't burdened them with this, and honestly I feel like isolating anyways. I try to read things on the Internet to help, but I can't even finish anything, I have zero energy and feel paralyzed by this pain , both physically and mentally. I'm supposed to be packing as we are moving in a week and I can barely get off sofa. I feel like I can't achieve anything anymore. I'm just mentally exhausted. I physically hurt from this pain. I don't know how I'm ever going to move on. I don't feel like this is normal. I keep having flashbacks of him at the morgue, and in the hospital, and things he said when he was sick. It's like I keep waiting for everything to be alright again, and yet I know it will never truly be without him here. I know that's not right to think, but I really honestly feel that way. I'm so tired.