Four days and one year ago I lost my Dad. He passed away early in the morning after a long, but short, battle with Lewy Body Dementia. The date will always stick in my mind: July 14, 2013. But so will July 12, 2013 when his nurse called to tell me he was end stage. And July 13, 2013 when I spent four hours in his reclining chair watching him struggle to breathe. I will also remember those dates because we listed our house on the 12th, we had 8 showings and an open on the 13th and Daughter’s school was nearly shut down over the weekend. It was a rough one. And even a year later it makes me queasy. All parts of it.