My father died when I was 8. The when I was 15 my mother died of cancer. I am an only child so it was just the two of us and my dog and cat. I cannot describe the absolute terror I felt at being alone in the world. My mom was everything to me. Not too long after that we had to put my cat down due to illness and 5 months later my dog ran away and we never saw her again.
I know it almost sounds funny but it really happened that way. I thought I would die from the pain of losing my mom - I literally wanted to die and hoped I would. During the times that the grief was overwhelming, I remembered grieving for my dad and how grief seems to ebb and flow - so I tried to remember that when the pain was too much that soon it would lessen and I would have some good moments. I did a lot of praying.
And that was 45 years ago and I have had a wonderful life after marrying my husband at 19 and raising a family. So when pain comes, I try to remember to hang on, that good things will come along again.