Doug and I have had a lot of stress lately, even before Dad was taken.  In fact, I remember thinking when he went to the emergency room that week that I couldn't take anymore.  It turns out that I could at that time handle the stress of it, but we've had a couple more events since then, and I did hit  my limit.  I started having problems at work; lack of concentration, and being on the verge of tears several times while still at work.  I've returned to counseling, seen my doctor who added a supplemental medication to my anti-depressant.  Don't know yet if all this is enough to get me through, and the reality is that if Dad were still here he probably wouldn't be able to help me either,... but I would still have my Dad.  I could see him, talk to him, sit with him, wait for any jewels of wisdom he may offer, cuz he did have a few of those.