My last post was asking about what happens when going into a hospice. Well, dad went into one and after a couple of days everyone was adamant he'd be coming home to spend his last weeks/months being cared for by me. But 6 days after going into the hospice he died there. I can't fault anyone there from the Dr to the cleaners everyone there was amazing, they treated Dad with such respect and care. I was able to be with him holding his hand as he passed, it was as peaceful as it could be and he was awake when I got there so he knew he wasn't alone. It's been a week and I'm shocked that I seem to be coping? Why aren't I crying everyday? Am I bottling it up, I don't feel like I am? Did I not care enough is that why I'm OK?