I’m sorry for the terrible pain that you must be feeling, but remember that life continues; every hour, every day.
Over time, nearly all of the people who raised me passed away: my mother, my maternal grandparents, an aunt and an uncle. My father is the only one left. Each time each one passed weighed heavily on me to the point where it took an extraordinary amount of energy to do the smallest of tasks.
Eventually what I figured out is that my continuing was a way of respecting the effort and the sacrifices that they made for me. The thing is, for people who care about us, they have invested their energy in us. It would be a sad thing to not appreciate that…