My dad died recently after a short stay in hospital and back to his nursing home for end of life care. Thought I was coping quite well after staying with Dad til the end,making funeral arrangements and putting his affairs in order, I felt quite strong, friends and the NH staff all very kind saying how dedicated a daughter I had been since mum died 3.5 years ago, felt at peace with everything, glad for dad he is at peace from the rotten dementia and a tough few days in hospital for him but peaceful end. Then last few days....things have hit me like a sledgehammer. Missing even the grumpy dementia dad telling me to p....off, feeling very strange and cut off not visiting Dad and the NH every other day, self doubt about what was a sensible kind decision that dad would not maintain nearly enough fluids himself because of his dementia to stop hospital treatment and effectively end his life as he did not have a realistic chance of recovery. Missing the carer routine, starting to weep again when it had settled down.....I know it is early days but this change has floored me.