My dad passed away on December 1. I am still very sad about it, and also find...relief is not the right word, but something along that line.. that he is no longer battling dementia. The rest of December was a blur with trying to tell family and friends, make funeral arrangements, and get my mom ready for an already scheduled move. While we'd hoped to have her settled before my dad passed in a way it worked out for us to have something to work on while we were together and needed something to do. I know he is gone, and yet find myself forgetting from time to time. I am not ready to write much more about it, but am struggling with trying to deal with it and find my new 'normal'.