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.