my mother died unexpectantly.
She didn't answer her door, my brother and I were contacted.  My daughter and I were out her way shopping - I was on vacation this week.  So we stopped by her house to check since I have a key.  My brother had called the police who arrived at the same time.  They asked "do you want us to check the house"?.   Of course not - she would be so embarrassed to have you find her in some compromised position (I think the latter).  So I went first.  And found her.  Dead on the floor of her bedroom.  Looks like she had fallen during the night - not sure if she hit her head or had internal bleeding.
Despite the fact that I've seen a lot of dead bodies in my job, seeing your mother in her house is a bit surreal.  My daughter (16) was a real trooper.
The services are today.  Afterwards I drive my daughter to camp (six hours away).  Then I will start processing next week as I go back to work.
Going through pictures for the service has been interesting - I've come across a few of my abuser.  Perhaps I will give them to my T to keep.