((Maria)) Out mothers are our first loves in life. It hurts at any age. My condolences.
When my dad passed away three years ago, I had the overwhelming urge to bake bread. (It wasn't totally Freudian, I knew a lot of people would be flying in and needed to be fed, but still.) I went shopping for supplies and groceries, and at Trader Joe's I bought their canned buiscuit dough. I spent the day kneading, forming and baking bread, working with my hands, and I ate a whole pan of biscuits. It was very therapeutic.