Fast approaching

The one year anniversary of my Dads death. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to talk about it. I especially don't want to relive it in memory. I'm trying to be there for my Mom who is of course still going through the phases of grieving in rapid succession and cycling through it over and over. I want to remember the good and forget the bad. I can't change it. it gives me peace to know he's no longer suffering through daily agonizing pain and I know that he's been looking down on me and giving me what I want like He's always done my whole life.