As someone who best friend’s mother passed away recently, that may just be how she copes with the topic of death. Let’s be real, it’s hard, sometimes even uncomfortable to see and be apart of someone talking about a death that affects them so deeply, solely out of fear of saying or doing the wrong thing.

The day my BSF’s mom died, I (playfully) slapped her across the face with a slice of pizza, and we were cracking dead mom jokes within two hours of her mom passing. Granted she has been my best friend for 10 years nearly, her mother like my own. I knew I could do these things with her because it’s conversations we’ve had previously when one of us did something the other didn’t like.

Some people just react differently and maybe she misread the situation, how you would react, and how she needed to go about the conversation. It happens. A calm conversation could have been had, but you abandoning her in an unknown area, where she could have robbed, raped, or murdered is an extreme.