I have the world's most wonderful husband.
He's gone over to see my mother without me today. I know I'm taking the coward's way out, but he pretty much agreed that having to lie to my mother might not be real easy for me right now. And I was starting to get physically ill with worry that I'd mess up or something.
So he's gone over. I'm going to hide out in the house for a while longer. Tomorrow is the funeral. My father and Erin will be back not long after that... and then the next round of horribleness starts when they tell my mother.
The writing is going slowly, of course. I'm just grateful to have it for this escape.