Oh wow, I forgot I even posted here.
So, small update: She passed back in May and now I have to file her taxes (yes, really, and remember that the two constants in life -- death and taxes -- are mutual.)
I've been keeping the house running and also decluttering her (former) room. I know it's cliché to go "everything reminds me of her", but when you're uncovering old pictures, it's kind of hard.
I've had to stop a couple of times and get back on the depression horse after it bucks me off with, say, a letter from an old family friend.
Also, ProTip for all you Kiwis still living with/taking care of your folks: Get multiples of the death certificate.
Everyone wants "an original" and not a copy. Most of the time you'll get it back, but some people just plain keep it.
The first couple of few months were the toughest, especially "Oh shit, how am I supposed to know what bills to pay and when" and "Fuck being social, July 4th can suck my dick, I'm still grieving"
It's a bit of a relief now that I've gotten everything flowing the way I want, and in a way it's nice not to have to worry about "Help me off the toilet" texts, but again, that's my mom. It's always going to be that little void in my life.
Or, as Teddy Roosevelt once wrote: