Adam, I'm sorry to hear of your losses. I lost my mom rather suddenly in July. I'm 31, she died at 70. I take solace in how she made many people happy and that she lived on borrowed time (she received a kidney transplant when I was 17). While there were many times in my life that she could have died from sickness, she ultimately died shortly after going to bed on July 10th (technically died on July 11th). It's been brutal on my dad, who was in bed when he heard her horrific gasp. He'd been a light sleeper for 30 years of her health problems, and he looked over when she made the noise and asked her to sit up. He's still haunted by things. She'd had some health "red flags" in the weeks before her death, but nothing that screamed death was imminent. I have the last 8 months of my mom's phone calls saved to my laptop. My biggest worries are how my 71-year old dad has seemingly been in decline in the last few years. 3 years ago he was 68 going on 55, meaning that I'd put him physically and mentally up against most that are much younger. So much of his energy in my lifetime has been spent as breadwinner and caregiver, and now he doesn't have anyone to care for. He's at his happiest either when with my niece or with the 2 dogs my fiance and I have. He craves that feeling of someone needing him. I don't need to keep going on. Adam, the best advice I have is to take care of yourself. If you need help like my dad does, find a grief counselor. Obviously, learn from your family's mistakes, but look at what opportunities they provided. Fondly remember their great traits, but also keep in mind their faults so that you can be a wiser person. Try not to be bitter or angry. Try to accept that you could not change them. Surround yourself with others....whether friends' families, spouse's family, etc. Not to try to one up you, but I had a high school classmate that--while in college--lost both his parents in the same year. Here he was, 19 or 20, and he was the only family his little sister had left. My dad's really good friend from grade school lost both parents at a young age. Here he is at age 71, a prominent orthopedic surgeon with a loving wife, two kids, one grandkid, and two younger siblings that he and his wife helped raise while he went through medical school. I'll stop rambling now, cause these stories are making me sad and likely won't help. But best wishes and thanks for thinking of asking your question on this message board