hey,
I'm sorry about the loss. I just want to relay my experience and hope it helps. my friend took away his life my senior year of college, four days before my August MCAT. I had spent about four months preparing for this test, worked so hard and the moment I was told, I felt so lost. Like as if all my momentum and everything had been sucked from me and I couldn't focus. I felt I was being so silly to worry about a stupid test, when I had more important things to think about.
I had four days to think and to regroup. And I sent a letter to my friend's mother, wishing my condolences.
The horrible thing was that my friend's memorial/funeral happened the day before the MCAT and it was in Raleign, NC while my test was in Chicago. I can't tell you how many times I flipflopped and thought I was a horrible horrible person for writing the test. I felt so guilty weeks after and felt I was not able to gain the closure I needed.
But thinking back, I don't think I could have forgiven myself for missing that MCAT. In a way I felt I made the mature choice after considering the options and talking it over with others. I felt sending the letter was sending my condolences and I was able to later meet my friend's mother to tell her in person how I felt. I don't think there is any real right answers to any of this.
I do think though, if death cannot be talked about openly, the wounds of grief will go unhealed. I have realized that the only way to heal is to mourn. I wish you my deepest condolences and if you need to talk, PM me.