Thanks, friends. I am a good bit numb, I believe. There just is a hole. Mom was an organ donor, and about twenty years ago, she realized her organs wouldn't really help anyone. So, she decided to donate her body to medical research. Once the medical schools finish with what they need, her ashes will be returned to us. The family is here. A meeting with a lawyer is scheduled. Bro and SIL plan to buy house. We will sell the antiques--since none of us have need for them, and have to meet with an appraiser regarding my Aunt's furniture anyway.. Anyone want a black walnut carved pump organ? We reserved the church, and called everyone, and have an annotated list of things to do once we get the death certificate. There we are.
The next bit will sound weird. There is a lot of rock in our soil--since we are at the edge of the Appalachians. Many of the rocks I dug out of my garden I spray-painted and stamped vegetable names on with black ink. I also made little totem stones with the names of my family that have died, gardeners all. I placed them near the vegetables they loved. I have been putting flowers at each one all week, and thinking of each being with my Mom. It sounds like the start of a joke--the atheist, the Unitarian, the buddhist/Hindu, and the Methodist all hanging out in the afterlife.