

As a society, we know how to offer condolences to middle-aged friends who’ve lost an elderly parent. But there’s no script to pull out for a loss like mine. It’s not quite the juvenile-bereavement tragedy, but not quite the adult way-of-the-world one, either.
It seemed to me that people saw my mom’s death as borderline bearable, a setback. It was obviously wrong, because she was only 56—but it wasn’t totally tragic, either, because we did have 27 years together.
I was angry that no one seemed to know how to console me, and desperate to connect with someone who’d survived the same thing. But the more I looked, the less I found. I came across only one support group for people who’d lost a parent, and I resisted it at first—I couldn’t be expected to feel sorry for a bunch of 50-year-olds.
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