My Mom died 5 days ago. I was her primary caregiver for the last 14 months and her best friend for all my life. I’m packing up her house and talking to attorneys and accountants. But I am so broken. I go into robotic activity to make things happen but then I go back home and am utterly shattered. I feel isolated and vulnerable. I want to run away, or go into a coma, or just disappear. I hate evenings- it’s dark and lonely and so sad. Where did the light go?