My mom passed a few weeks ago.
I spent 3 weeks packing up her belongings. My siblings came in and took anything of practical value and left the meaningful, sentimental stuff. I made little pkgs for ppl who really cared for mom. Her glasses went to Lighthouse for the Blind, her hearing Aids went to Disabled Vets and her clothes and shoes went to a Battered Women's Shelter.
Now I am back home. And no matter how much I know I did the best I could and how many ppl tell me how beaut the funeral was and she is in a better place and no longer suffering, I still feel awful. The idea of the holidays makes my blood run cold. I used to talk to my mom every day and I miss her. Noone was as sweet and funny and caring as her. I am not intersted in anything. My own siblings seem like snakes and so I pray and sleep and wake up and it doesn't pass. I am actually feeling worse. I can barely lv the hse or shave or function. I just don't care. I go to bed only to wake up 2 hrs later.
People seem so cold in comparison to how sweet my mom was.
I'm getting so I don't even want to be here.
Can someone say something to help?