Well, today was the day. As some of you know, my mother passed away on May 7, 2003 as a result of pancreatic cancer. Yesterday was the thirtieth day of mourning her death; today, as is custom in my family, I shaved off the facial hair I let grow for the duration, took a walk around my neighborhood, and spent some time in contemplation. The official period of grieving is over, and I now have to just get on with the more mundane things in life. Not that I won't continue to remember my mother--in fact, that's one of the reasons I'm writing this.
I'll always remember her and the way she was able to constantly express surprise and wonder at the world around her, how she expressed her joy at the good things and managed to shoulder the burdens that came with the bad. She managed to be a breadwinner when Dad was disabled, a peacemaker when the inevitable arguments broke out amongst the three generations that shared our too-small house, and a caregiver at all times. She was an amazing woman, and she holds a unique place in my heart in that she's the only family member I have with whom I don't have any memories of anger. Well, that's not quite true--I have met my five-month-old niece, and she's been an utter delight, so far. Wait until I've known her for thirty-four years, though. Heh.
Now that the time for mourning has "officially" passed, though, I want to pass along some advice for those of you in the awkward position of having to comfort the bereaved; it's not by any means common sense, but people need to know this. When you've lost someone, there are so many emotions, so many things going through you all at once that you can get fragile--for each person, this will express itself differently--and the actions of those around you, no matter how well-meaning, can make things so much worse. What I'm passing on now is advice for anyone who should have a friend who loses someone close.
I realize that much of this might be common sense, but after what I had to cope with during the week following my mother's death, I have my doubts about ANY of that being common sense. It left me with a great deal of anger toward much of my family and my mother's friends and acquaintances; at some point, I might write an account of exactly how badly that mourning period went.