So Mom was up on the roof...

I remember this joke that Dad used to tell with some glee, the story of the guy who told his brother straight up that the cat had died and the brother was so aggrieved he reprimanded him for being so direct - saying that he should have led up to giving him the bad news by saying the cat was up on the roof, fell off and died... Then he asked how Mom was and his brother started with "Well, Mom was up on the roof..."

So, yeah, Mom died.

Mom was sick for a while, but she got 18 months more than her original prognosis of a few weeks. She was able to stay at home, which is what she said she wanted more than anything, besides not dying in the hospital. They moved her to the hospice at the end of November and she passed away peacefully in her sleep.

I'm no expert in the ways of the spirit world but I am guessing you already know of this. It would bring Mom a great amount of pleasure to be reunited with you again. You always were her favourite.