I lost my Mom. She passed away on Monday. But really the story started with my father. When I was in college almost 30 years ago, my Dad at age 47 had a massive stroke and heart attack that changed the course of our family's lives. He had so many additional heart / stroke issues throughout the years, having 2 brain surgeries and developed dementia. For the last couple of years, he started to slip away, just staring into space most of the time. It was sad, slow painful course of years for all of us. I missed the wonderful conversations he and I would have about life, as he slipped further away. He passed away on Valentine's day of this year - 7 weeks ago. My sweet Mom was his caretaker the whole time. It was a tough ride for her, of course. She had hoped that she would have a couple of years after he passed to finally enjoy life free, like her Dad had done when his wife / my grandmother died. I hope that doesn't sound callous of her; she really, truly deserved to have that time. But, alas, it wasn't in the cards. Her health had also been going downhill recently. She developed emphysema and was on oxygen. She was diagnosed with lung cancer and then not; a diagnosis of which to this day confuses me with the 'yes' and then 'no'. Her feet were purple and swollen from unknown circumstances. Well, to make a long story short, she was not able to live more than 7 weeks after my Dad. This has really been a long painful journey. I am still a lot in shock over the last 7 weeks. I am sorta not sure how to move on, what I should be doing to keep myself sane. Advice?