I know what you mean. It's like, my grandpa was alive and around, and then he was not alive and not around, but somehow the transition -- that he died -- still kind of fails to register.

We had dinner with Jan and Brian and we did not mention Bob once. He was like a giant elephant in the living room that we all pretended wasn't there. I get that, to some extent -- my aunt is dealing with what she can deal with (packing up, arranging the memorial, etc.) and maybe dwelling on him would make that impossible -- but it was kind of eerie when I stopped to think about it. The dinner felt like it should not have felt that normal.