My mom died at the end of August. I was fortunate enough to be off work in the summers and went back to work about a week after her funeral.
My mom and I, heck, my parents and I had a complicated relationship. Not all "they were my best friends". More like, they gave me what they thought I needed. They did the best they could.
Each week, I seem to realize that I'm getting past some hump of "non-normalcy", but am not experiencing that in the moment. I wish I could be more present to work on this stuff.
If anyone has any advice, I'm happy to hear it.