I’m sorry for your loss. Today, it’s our 12 weeks too, since my father gone. You’re right, how each day feels so hard to live by. I still think of my father each day, everyday, all the time. I always consider myself as a strong person, but I lost my strength since the day I got the news. I’m the first born in my family, but I was the last one to come to my father’s house that day. It took me 2 hours to reach his house. I remember how devastated I was to found him in his bed. He died in his own bed, 15-20 mins after he had his lunch. Every friday since my father gone, it’s like automatically I count how many weeks it has been. And today it’s been 12. 12 difficult weeks! I don’t know when my time will come, but I’m not fear of death no more because I know that when that day comes, I’ll meet my father again 😊 You have to be strong too. It’s not easy I know. I hope time heals our pain someday.