Thank you so much, everyone. Y'all have been so kind to post here. I must confess that I'm having a rough go of it. My dad was here for Father's Day, but we both avoided the elephant in the room. He really doesn't want to discuss anything about my mother. So, we had a good time. I treated him to a couple of pints & dinner at a local brew pub.
When he left a couple of hours ago, I got slammed to the floor. So much loss, so fast. It's interesting that logic plays absolutely no part in this process. Sure, my dog had cancer, and my mother was 86 years old (but I had no idea she was in such bad health; she tended not to talk about aches and pains). I am surprised that I am surprised when grief runs me down!
Sandibw: I am sorry about the loss of your dad. I am so wanting to take your advice -- I wish I could get those last images of my mother out of my head, but they keep returning so matter how hard I try to ignore them. It was a terrible way to die.