Talked to Mom last night.  She wants us to go, it seems.  She thinks she’ll want the chance to be alone, when Dad dies, and she can’t be by herself if we’re still around.  She knows we’ll be close, and we’ll be able to come home as frequently as she needs us to.  I can’t say I feel great about it, but she seemed genuine, and not like she was just trying to say “what I wanted to hear”.  And so the apartment hunt resumes, in earnest.