Daughters without moms find support in each other's arief

When my mother died suddenly 30 years ago, I was 13. I'd spend the next 20 years attempting to understand what it means not to have a mother

-  Tracee M

And I did this basically alone.

Mostly, this was because my mother's parents, who raised me, were oldfashioned folks who lived through the Dust Bowl.

They didn't discuss feelings, good or bad. I never once saw my grandfather shed a tear after his daughter died. Plus, our town was in the rural plains of Colorado, hours away from any city with services like a grief therapist, even if my grandparents had been open to that.

But the silence around grief also was a product of the times. I am encouraged to see that now a mom's death is generally not handled the same way it was in 1993.

There are many kinds of support today, from the organized, to the grassroots. Grief can be talked about and shared more publicly, experts say, and is acknowledged to last a long time.