Doydie,
Life does get better eventually and goes on. My Mom died (31 years ago!) and stuff had to be done. Then it was over. But then I cried at the oddest times. Alone in the car when driving alone home from work. At memories. Now I look at DD (19) and remember happy mom things. When my beloved brother died of cancer 10 years ago, I thought I would never recover, but I did. But writing this still brings tears to my eyes. My heartfelt condolences to you.