I'm the "Amy61" who posted above. I could not remember my screen name or password, as it had been so long since I posted. I wanted to post an update on my Dad. He passed away peacefully on February 7th at home with Hospice care. I was sleeping on the floor next to his hospital bed that was in the den. My husband (I married in December) was awake in the same room and shook me awake when he noticed Dad had stopped breathing. It was that peaceful. One moment he was breathing and the next he stopped. It was not always that peaceful. He had slipped into a coma as his lungs began to fill. His dementia was much worse, he had been bedbound since October, but thought he had been out of bed yesterday. Bless him, he couldn't understand why we kept telling him he could not get up. Not much has changed regarding my lack of focus at work. The job is on somewhat shakey ground. My therapist feels I need to give myself time to heal from years of high level stress and find work that is the type that, once you leave, it's done and nothing major pending on your desk left from the day before. I agree with him. Once my husband finds employment, I'll be leaving my job. He has relocated from Texas and has not found anything yet, but he is pounding the pavement. I miss my mom and dad so much. Dad's death heightened my grief for my mom. My husband is very supportive and he came into my life at a time when his support was so needed. I pray I am as supportive of him as he is of me. I try to be. When my husband woke me up to tell me Dad wasn't breathing, I remember immediately being fully alert. I jumped up and leaned over him to watch for breathing. There was none...just the sound of his oxygen concentrator. I laid my head down on his chest and cried as I said, "Oh Daddy, you made it. You finally made it." I climbed up in bed with him and touched him and kissed him. When Debbie, the Hospice nurse arrived, I helped her bathe him and put pajamas on him. We fixed his hair and put his dentures in. He looked the best I had seen him in months. He was dead but he looked good...crazy as that sounds. The face was free of wrinkles and frown lines that told of his struggle to pull air into his diseased lungs. I sobbed as the funeral home drove away with my Daddy. I knew he would never be in that house again. That house where we moved into when I was 4. That house was not a home anymore. It was just a lot of lumber and bricks. I know I am rambling. Just wanted to post after many months.