The very next morning, I left for a 3-day grief retreat. For once, I didn’t have to lead anything; I got to just be. I met in a small discussion group with folks whose parents had also recently died after years of dementia. I took a “Comfort through Collage” workshop that integrated the blessing: ““May the one who dwells in every place comfort you and bring you peace among all those who mourn.”  I smashed furniture in a “Grief and Anger” workshop, all very cathartic.