She had her open-heart surgery in mid-June and has been in ICU since. I don't know if she had ever been told about my dad's death; as far as I know she was never informed because the doctors didn't want her to have any negative news or reason to give up on her rehabilitation. She may have been told yesterday but I haven't asked.
I am not calling her daughter, to allow her time to gather herself, spend time with her children, husband and sister. I left her a message to call me when she is ready or if she ever needs to talk. (I'm the one step-sibling that she would call, I think. We did a lot of talking when I was down there to take care of my dad.)
It's sad but on the other hand it's what she wanted. She would be miserable living in the compromised manner that the surgery left her in and she would be miserable without my dad. They're together, which is what they would both want.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny