I'm hoping that my friend who lost her mother will come to feel the way you do at some point. I guess right now it's still too raw, so I try to be sensitive to that.
You'd be surprised at how receptive she might be though.
I've told this story on the DIS before, but at the risk of sounding maudlin, I'll repeat it because I think it applies here.
After my mother died, the task of packing up her things fell on my sister and I. We were distraught, naturally. My best friend since childhood, Debi, and her Mom Betty came over that day to help out. In going through her things, my sister found an afghan my mother had started crocheting for my son, who was 1 at the time. My mother was only in her 50s when she died, I'm sure she fully expected to complete the afghan. It was a bitter reminder to how quickly she was taken from us. We put it aside and went on with going through her things.
That Christmas, I was in a funk and didn't feel I could celebrate without my mother. My mother had traditionally done an open house where people celebrated with her over the course of several weekends. Everyone would come to these parties - neighbors, co-workers of my Dads, family, friends, just anyone who wanted to come came. She was big on Christmas and celebrations. I didn't feel I could carry on that tradition, even though several members of my family expected me to. It was just "too raw" as you said.
A few days before Christmas Debi and Betty showed up at my house with a present, one for me, and one for my sister. When I opened up the present I cried with joy....Betty had taken the time to finish the afghan my mother started, and not only that, but she made it into two blankets - one for me, and one for my sister.
At that point it really resonated with me that family is what you make it, and life is for the living. From that day forward I decided to honor my mother I needed to continue on with my life, and carry on the traditions she set forth. From that day forward I realized I needed to get on with my life, and I did. I never have forgotten what Betty did for me, and I really learned the meaning of true friendship. They reached out to me in a way and made me feel not so alone. I'm so fortunate in that Betty and Debi are not the only ones who have done that for me over the years, and I always honor them at Mother's Day.
You might find your friend wants to talk about Mothers Day and doesn't need for you to tiptoe around the subject. I think its sweet you are so caring of her. It sounds as though she really has "family" in you, the kind of family I refer to above.
