She lost her mom two weeks ago. It was an expected death, after a full life.
Still, not easy for her.
She cries all the time. She can't get anything done. She sits and stares at the wall. She wakes thinking about her. She hears her voice.
All normal responses to grief. I used to know it, having read it in books, and heard it in lectures. Now I KNOW it. I grok it. I have done it, all of it.
We talked, she cried, somehow I didn't. She wanted a pill that would help. But we both knew there isn't any.
So we settled for talking, and both felt a little better, if just for a little while.