My father passed away last night. It wasn't at all unexpected: he'd been suffering from dementia for a long time and had declined very badly in the past year or so, and we placed him on hospice this August.
I don't know if his death still hasn't sunk in for me yet, or if it's that his illness was so long and protracted that I've already gotten a lot of my grieving over with, but I'm feeling mostly okay right now. As far as I can tell, the rest of the family is about the same--even my mother, who was very devoted to him and whose reaction we'd all been worrying about. I think it really helps that my brother, his gf, and my baby niece moved home recently; the baby has been a welcome distraction for all of us.
And because we knew this was coming, my three siblings who live far away were able to come see Dad before he died (two of them could take over a month off of work and are still here now, while my youngest sister had to go back for school but will return for the memorial). That's helped a bit, too, knowing that everyone had the chance to say goodbye to him.
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