Dearly Beloved is handling Mother's final needs well. He is a rock, and a rock star. The wake is set, the clothing is selected, the flowers are ordered, and phone calls have been made. I am there when he needs me, and I step away when he needs time alone.
Mother's yard is surrounded by a boxwood hedge - long, tall, endless, out of control, and very much in need of TLC. Since there really wasn't very much else I could do for her, I trimmed her hedge. I contributed, I got exercise, DB and SILs were grateful, and Mother would be happy. All in all, a good day.