Hi Kazette
Eight weeks is such a short short time in the timescale of grief. I found ten years ago, with my Dad that around the three month part was the deepest part of the trough. I was just so tired, down and thought that life for everyone else was going on but mine had changed and no one seemed to be acknowedging the overwhelming sadness that I carried with me all the time.For Mum it was just so different, as she had been gone for such a long time before death took her in its loving embrace.
Like Craig, when my Dad died, I made my self busy with other things, threw myself into my work and blocked out much of the sadness. Dad would not have wanted me to grieve indefinitely. He definitely beleived you should enjoy life. He is one of the reasons I now work part time as he worked hard until he retired and then had only a few months before his illness took hold. He regretted it deeply that he had not had more time to do the things he wanted in his life.
I found that speaking to people did help me, but when I was ready to do it. It may be that you find a Counsellor helpful or it may be that you have some friends who will let you just talk, without comment or suggestion and let you put your thoughts in order.
I know the feeling of of "did I hasten it?" with Dad..and the answer is yes, the medical profession probably did, but my Dad had made it very clear, very early on, that this is what he wanted. His words were "when the time comes I do not want to suffer" and I promised him that I would not let him. I think that the greatest gift for your Mum was that you followed her end of life plan, eventhough in your heart of hearts the scream was "I don't want to let my Mum go"..and perhaps you are feeling this now, as you dared not feel it when your Mum was alive, as it was the only way at the time to give you the strength do what had to be done.
You have shown great courage, now let yourself grieve. It takes time and it does run so so slowly when you travel the path after someone goes.
My thoughts are with you at this sad sad time.
Love
Mameeskye