My mother has always been sickly and was diagnosed with heart failure a few years ago. We always thought she would go 1st but when my dad died 1st and unexpectedly I was shocked. He has never been ill really. But the day I saw him and rushed him to the hospital as he had trouble breathing, the thought crossed my mind that he may die, but i shoved that thought to the side as he is a strong man. I have never seen him weak. It was heartbreaking but I tried to be strong for him. He passed away with me there. 3 weeks later I found my mom at home dead. It was a planned visit so when she didnt answer the door my heart sank and i knew she had passed away. I hate that she was alone. We had to break into her home so I could get her. I found her in the bathroom. I have trouble understanding all of this. She was the perfect mom, why would God allow her to die in the bathroom alone. With no one to hold her hand? And life goes on... but how am I supposed. If it wasnt for my son, I would have totally lost it. I cry EVERY DAY, alone mostly. HOw does one make it through this???