Not thinking properly

I have been following the pregnancy and birth journey of a young baby on facebook. Sadly, he lost his fight with a chromosomal disorder on August 3rd, exactly one month before my mother went home to heaven. Today I felt compelled to send the baby's mother a budvase with a small teddy bear. The woman at the flower shop was so helpful, as I didn't have the address. I started to cry as I dictated the card message, "My mother went home to Jesus last week. She is in heaven holding baby Jonah." My mother loved babies. When our eldest daughter was born, our mother would stop every day after work to visit her, bringing her an apple or turnover or treat of some kind. So I hope the gift is received with joy and not fear or sadness. I tell this young mother that I am here for her, but I think she is here for me or that we are here on this grief journey together. I feel so bruised and the trigger of the card message shook me to the core. I am still reeling from my mother's short illness and death. I locked myself out of the house and had to crawl through a window to get in because I am not thinking properly.