I am sorry for your loss of your mother. I lost my Dad Feb 17 of this year, after providing 4 weeks of hospice care, much less than the 6 months we'd hoped for. Today I went to a supermarket we frequented and a checker who knew what had been going on asked, "So how is Dad?" My sister and I were together and we both must have looked as if the wind was knocked out of us as she said she could tell by the looks on our faces. It was the first time anyone who didn't know had asked either of us and it hit hard.
He passed 4 weeks ago this Friday, but Fridays haven't been devastating as I'd thought they'd be so we'll see. My sister is dreading our first holiday without him, Easter, but I am looking forward to it, (without Christ's resurrection I would have no hope of seeing Dad again) albeit changing the game plan so as not to add to our mother's grief, I want to do an Easter breakfast/brunch, rather than a dinner. I know I will be thinking of him demanding another plate of food and wishing he was here so I could load it up.
I don't have any guilt, we did what Dad wanted, gave him his wish to die at home with dignity, and not in a hospital. We said our goodbyes, thanked him for all he did for us and told him we loved him. My Dad had dementia and I went through many years of my father hating me, he thought I was the "warden" because I wouldn't let him eat all the foods he loved because they were bad for his kidney failure, would even tell people as he pointed to me, "Watch out for the warden..." He'd cuss me out, say horrible, mean things, but I knew that wasn't him and though it hurt I didn't hold it against him. And God blessed me with a wonderful gift, the last few weeks Dad didn't know who I was, and he thanked me when I did something for him. (My sister resented this at first, she'd say, "I changed his diaper and he didn't thank me." Or "I gave him his medicine and he didn't say anything." I told her that Dad didn't know who I was and she understood, and said, "Don't tell him then!" I agreed, I would rather have Dad not know me and be nice than to know me and be mean, agitated and upset. He did know who I was once or twice towards the end, and I could see his displeasure, but it didn't matter, he was my Dad and I have memories of the Dad who was good and kind to me.
I fed him and helped him to drink until he couldn't anymore his last week, I changed his diapers, turned him every 2 hours so he wouldn't get bed sores, dealt with social workers, administered his meds and had to get nurses to come out and assess him when his meds for pain and agitation needed to be increased and adjusted, and had to make the call to have a nurse come to our home to pronounce him dead. Providing hospice was hard, physically and emotionally, but spiritually it helped me to accept his death, I didn't want him to suffer anymore, I am happy, no, I'm joyful, and thankful that he's no longer suffering, and I can accept that death is a part of life.
I have a strong belief in God and that my Dad is with Him in Heaven, and I know this is what has gotten me through the past couple of months. I pray for comfort and God gives it to me. I am sad that my children and grandchildren lost him and won't have him in their lives any longer, but I know I will see him again and they share this hope as well and it has helped them. I cried almost the entire week before his death and the week after and still have occasional meltdowns, but KNOW that my Dad would not want anyone to cry and go on and on in our grief, he wasn't that type of person, and that helps me to hold it together. I have a BFF who lost her husband 3 years ago, she has been there for me (long-distance) the entire time and has told me the first year was the worst, meeting each holiday or special time without him, the 2nd year a tad better as she'd done it before, the 3rd a smidgen better as she's getting the hang of it...so I'm not expecting my grief to simply vanish, but know it will change. For some it truly gets better and easier after the first year, for others it doesn't, so the people who told you that may simply have been going from their own experience or observations, I don't believe they were lying. I can see within my own family the different and various ways people are dealing with their grief, some better, some worse. Grief is not the same to all, even within the same family.
And though he was 86 and undoubtedly older than your mother, he was my Dad and I miss him and I have a right to, just as you do to miss your mother. Someone tried to comfort my son in telling him his grandfather had a long life and he told him, "I don't care if he had been 150, he was my grandfather!" And that's true...it hurts to lose a loved one no matter how long we had them.
On the day of Dad's memorial I was greeted at the church with my new 5 day old great-grandson. It was a complete surprise, and someone took a picture of me holding him. I can't explain what I was feeling, maybe intense pain and loss and joy, but I do recall I had the sense that God was showing me that life goes on. Not the same as before but it continues, and that also gives me comfort and the desire to not stay stuck in my grief.
The hospice social worker gave us a book on dealing with grief, and it suggests holding a birthday party for your loved one. We don't want to do that this year, but may consider it in the future. And I'm considering a grief-support group where I can talk with others who've experienced a loss.
Grief is different for each and every one of us, there is no one way or right or wrong way to do it, and what works for one person may not for another. But in honor of our loved one I believe we should do whatever helps us to remember the person in love and thankfulness that we had them in our lives the time that we did, and to use what they taught us in loving and caring for others.
No real advice but a sincere prayer that your pain and grief subside.