My covert abusive, narc alcoholic dad (also semi-secretly hated women) died in the summer, after having an accident and spending over 2 months in hospital. Although my mum also behaves in a mildly toxic manner at times that means I can’t get too close to her, I’m glad she outlived him. She’s sad that he’s gone, but I think her life has been made easier in some ways.
When I first heard he had the accident, he was unconscious in the hospital and I hoped then it was bad enough for him to slip away. After a while it became obvious that he’d never be the same again and would need full time care if he came home, but he deteriorated suddenly in the end.
I have had a few complicated feelings to process, but while I didn’t celebrate, I never went into mourning either.