My mother, Joanna Arthur, died in her sleep last night after a very brief period of hospice care.
Unsurprisingly, I am still in the alternating-crying-and-numb phase, and will probably be thinking at 1/4 speed for a while & responding to a lot of perfectly reasonable questions with, "I don't know" because of that.
Today is looking like a time to build a blanket-fort and hide in it. Please keep me and my siblings in your thoughts. Foolishly, I did not make a list of who-should-be-told-first ahead of time, so I'm kinda winging it with half a brain.
Oh so eerily appropriately, the 'memory' Facebook suggested for me this morning was a photo from the trip I took with Mom to Cyprus, of the grave site of other relatives.