It's been thirteen months since my father passed away and I feel that a certain period of the mourning process has been completed. I don't have flashbacks of his last moments on a daily basis any more. After Shivaratri, we took down the altar commemorating him and created a simpler "ancestral guides and helpers" altar, which currently hosts Dad and Rajaram, our cat. Rajaram was in a very nice little frame which I got as a Christmas present from Kate (my sister) and Dad, meanwhile, just had a laminated photo. So we got a nice wooden frame and new photo for Dad and installed him properly on the new altar. He seemed to like that, as he appeared in a dream last night saying, "I'll always be your father and I'll always be there for you." Very comforting!