My mother's has dementia for the past 10 years. it's been a slow trickle with her. Then over the summer she sat up in bed and started sobbing saying she was dying of what her mother died of and then proceeded to sleep for 3 weeks straight. my father literally had to pick her up out of bed and coerce her to come down and eat food. she would piss and shit herself, fall asleep mouth open at the dining room table. Finally my father had her committed to the hospital and they couldn't find anything wrong with her. Then back at home, a health aide taking care of her got attacked by her with a knife. After that my mom was committed to a psych ward for 3 weeks and juiced to the tits with bipolar medication. she's not bipolar but there's something in the salts that destroyed her personality and she now walks around with a smile on her face and an empty brain even more so than before. She's now in a nursing home in Florida, my dad's down there to for the winter. My mom literally shits herself every day, covered in blood from kicking things and falling into stuff. I came home last June and spent a month with my family and when my Mom and Dad dropped me off at the airport I kissed her goodbye and to me that was the last time I would ever see her again. My father wants me to go to Florida to see her but I don't want to. My mother is dead. What's in Florida is not my mother that's a walking corpse kept alive by insurance plans. So long story short I feel what you're saying about feeling nothing. You're not wrong, we only have so much to give when it comes to grieving.

Has he come back yet? If not, soon you will dream about him, and he will be standing at the foot of your bed watching you, or you will be doing something and he will be in the house with you. Happens to almost everybody. After you dream about him once, you don't dream about him anymore.