Telling someone your Mum has died is like being interviewed for the worst job ever...
How old was she?
Was it sudden?
She must have had you when she was older?
If I answer this barrage of meaningless questions, then I feel spent, vulnerable, cross. All someone needs to say is 'I'm sorry to hear that. How are you doing?'. Then I'd feel seen, heard and my heart would soften.
I'm keeping myself away from people. I have nil energy for flakiness, clumsiness.
