Mom is finally at peace.
Mom's long fight is over. The NH called me at 3:30 am to tell me she had passed aged 101 years 3 months. Sis and daughter had visited her yesterday am and I was there in the afternoon. It was clear that the end was nearing she had stopped fighting (but knowing Mom's fighting spirit over the past 4 months, no one would predict if it would be that night or days from now).
I held her hand, put a soft stuffed bunny in her arms and she stroked it. She was semi-awake, not really conscious but I think she knew I was there. For the first time in years, she seemed calm and peaceful.
So, the final activities and plans begin. I have no idea what to do, being executrix. I guess I will figure it out as I go.