So, we had my mom’s “wake” yesterday. Zillions of friends ans neighbors came to my brother’s house to offer condolences (mainly brother’s family’s friends, because my folks didn’t get out much).

Lots of leftover food, which Dad and I took to a homeless shelter today. He’s eating a bit better, which is good, but full of grief and guilt, which is normal.

My kids got Mom’s photos and Gimp’d up a nice collage for the event/Dad, and he and I spent the day together.

We have someone coming in on Monday to help him get back on his feet (some of us have to leave on Monday) and I’m going to reverse my ticket so Dad can come up to visit for Christmas.

So...about as good as we could expect...