The Grief Diet: On the loss of my father

I have had a few questions for grief.
Why is it that I once was capable, but now I am unable?
I once was independent, now I am smothering others?
I once felt beautiful, I now feel ugly?
I once persevered, I now want to give up?
I once was on the right path, I now feel as if I’ve strayed?
I once felt secure, now I don’t feel safe?
I once was strong, now I am weak?
I once was connected, now I am detached?
Grief did not answer my questions. Instead it shoved my face into a mirror and hollered “Who the hell are you?”
I said “Grief, I don’t know. I am lost. I am nowhere.”
The time has come to find my way back.