The pain of losing a parent is hard and it take a very long time to heal, if ever, really.
My mom died two years ago too and I notice a lack of interest in maintenance. I still dress nice, take showers, shop for pretty things, but inside I feel like a hollow shell. The facade is starting to fade and I am beginning to feel like I am weakening; giving up.
I also know better.
I know that sometimes we have to go real low in order to see the gift that is being given to us, albeit in a package wrapped not to our liking. I know that all humans suffer with loss of parents, children, friends, there will be those that lose a parent today, or tomorrow. There is so much suffering but we are never alone in our suffering.
The one thing I notice now, that mom is gone, is my looks don't seem to matter now. She was the one that always told me I was beautiful, sexy, smart. Now, I have remind myself every now and again. We must go on and be as confident and secure without our confidents and security blanket. In this, we find ourselves.
Peace.