I lost my mom when I was 34. She died after a 6 month battle with Lymphoma. She died 10 weeks after my dad died of lung cancer. I cannot really tell you how I survived. It was such a blur. My kids were 8 and 4 and my sister's kids were 4 and 2. Between my sister and I , we found a way to get through each day. The old expression holds very true - one day at a time. That's the only way to make it. Trying to see the end of the road of grief is just impossible. I had only my sister as my family and we survived by living one day at a time together. Unfortunately, she passed away in 06 at age 42 from breast cancer. I still cannot think about or write about her passing without a stabbing pain. She truly was my only family. I know, I have three wonderful children, I know my niece and nephew( her kids) are with me all the time, but I have no family that was part of me in my past. Know what I mean? It's so, so hard some days. But even in that pain, I have made it..... one day, one event, at a time. I don't think ahead at all... just today. I pray you will find a peace and strength in the journey you have ahead.