My dad died a week ago. He and I never got on well from my early childhood on. I could never seem to get his attention unless he was yelling at me. Once when I was four he slugged me so hard one of my baby teeth came out. I lost the remote when I was 12 and he scared me so badly that I ran non stop to a friend's house a half mile away. He never failed to tell me what was wrong with me, sowhy am I so sad now that he's gone? I had to leave work the other day because I couldn't stop crying. Today my husband asked if we had any plans tomorrow because.he had to go into work tomorrow (saturday), and I flipped. How dare he present it to me as a choice when really it isn't one. He knows it takes most of the day since he works far away. I way overreacted. Not having lost a parent before, is it normal for grief to just come up and take dump on your metaphorical cornflakes like that?