My last big field trip before filing this column was my first post-dad-death therapy session. I was really looking forward to this one. Maybe she'd have some insight, a CBT worksheet that would help, something. I hear you're supposed to see a therapist after a tragic event like this, so look at me, doing what you're supposed to do. It turned out to be the least helpful therapy session I've had, and I've had a lot of them. Thing is, there's nothing to "do" right now except to let the feelings pass through, the sadness, the anger, the joy, the pleasure, the frustration—all of it. There might be something to do later, but right now, nothing. And that is its own kind of relief.