Some people said I should have kept a log of caring for my dad all these years.  It was too painful to relive those days; dementia sucks.  Today, three years, four months, and 23 days after coming to live with me, Dad drew his last breath at 8:25 am, right in front of me.  He had been under hospice care in my home since July 28.  Now, he is in the presence of God and Jesus and reunited with family and friends.  Me?  I don't know what I will do with my life now.  He WAS my life for those 3 years, 4 months, and 23 days.