Shit ain't gettin easier for me 'cause I'm handling the business for her funeral and all that, plus getting all her medical stuff picked up from the crib. Moms and MIL just sent over a draft for her obituary to proofread and I had to make a grip of corrections to it and there's just reminders everywhere that she was supposed to come home in two weeks all healed up and ready to start physical therapy again so she could at least get back to being able to stand again.
The kids are ok, the oldest is taking it hard 'cause she gave birth three days before moms was first hospitalized. She never got to see our grandchild face to face or hold her so that's fucking with her and she's pregnant again so that's another child that will never get to know her like that.
We'll get there, the hardest part will be the funeral though.