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Be Patient With Yourself. Don't Make The Loss Harder By Thinking You Should Be A Certain Way, Or Have Bounced Back, Etc.

When My Mother Was Sick, I Found Myself Needing To Put Down In My Journals All Sorts Of Things - To Try To Understand Them, And, I Think, To Try To Remember Them.

One Word I Had Throughout The First Year And A Half Of My Mother's Death Was 'unmoored.' I Felt That I Had No Anchor, That I Had No Home In The World.

My Theory Is This: Women Falter When They're Called On To Be Highly Self-conscious About Their Talents. Not When They're Called On To Enact Them.

For Sure, The Funeral Industry Seems Intensely Cynical To Me And I Don't Think It Is Helping People Mourn.