Well, it's over at last. My mom's rental house has been cleared out, and the keys sent back to the owner. The last bills have been paid, and her phone line has been moved to the nursing center, so now she has her own private phone by her bed that she can use anytime.
It was hard "giving away" my mom's life, so to speak. I did keep some things, of course, and gave many things to the friends helping me with this task. I also kept some things to give as gifts in the future to people whom I believe will appreciate them. The rest was donated to the local Methodist church, which is helping out the many people who lost their homes and everything in them to one of the California wildfires that we've been plagued with this year, three of which were in my mom's area. The minister was thrilled to get so much clothing, furniture and kitchen utensils that were in decent condition. And my mom was very happy to know that her sacrifice in giving up her home is helping others who need it badly.
I don't think I'm going to write any more about this. It's too difficult, and too personal, in many ways. And because I can't help also wondering what will become of MY life someday, and I don't think I want to know.