It all happened rather quickly. She passed. Her office was packed up (nominally to separate her personal belongings with items that needed to stay at work. The majority of that later category is here currently in my office so the painters can paint her office.
And after that it won't be her office anymore.
I'm still finding tasks that are incomplete, and things that she needed to attend to. Campus has been very supportive, letting me know if things are overdue and expressing their condolences.
And what am I doing in the face of this added work?
Today, for instance, I had a super short to-do list. And I couldn't even get TO the list until 2pm. I spent that long trying to figure out baffling emails.
But now I'm going home. I'll cry. I'll nap. I'll avoid the world. I'll run. And I'll come back tomorrow, ready to try to figure this shit out again.