My dad died on May 3rd.
My wife and I were at my parents' house visiting the day before because our (me & my dad) birthdays were coming up. Mine was the 4th, his was the 5th. He would have been 88.
The joke has always been that I was my dad's birthday present. Now my birthday is sandwiched between the day he was born and the day he died.
I've got 5 days of bereavement leave from work, so I've been helping my mom. My brother and I took her to the funeral home on the 4th, and my sister and I took her to arrange for food for after the funeral on the 5th.
Their dog is getting seriously upset, so we're going to take her to the funeral home on Friday to see him. I'm hoping that will be enough for her to understand.
I wouldn't say I'm depressed, but I also wouldn't say I've come to terms with it. When I have time to stop and just think, I can't organize my thoughts. I can't get to sleep at night.
Many years ago, when my maternal grandfather died, my mom told me that no matter how old you are, when your parent dies, you feel like an orphan. I think I understand that now. I'm 56, but I feel untethered.