Scanty - I'm so sorry for the loss of your mum. It is a privilege to be able to look after someone in their last few weeks and it must be comforting to have that memory, although I'm very sorry that her last weeks were so difficult. If it is any consolation, I know from experience (I cared for both my grandparents in their last weeks) that those vivid and often traumatic last memories of nursing someone you love will pass and be replaced by happier memories. And you are right, at least all the loved ones people are talking about on this thread are loved and missed.
Shabbapink - we don't often get the chance to say those words, do we? Even when someone we know is dying, they may not want us to talk about it. I think we have to comfort ourselves with the thought that they knew they were loved and it didn't need to be said. I'm so sorry you have lost family, particularly your boys. That is just too awful for words.
Mermaidspurse - I'm so sorry about your dad. I felt just like that when my dad died. It made no sense whatsoever. The day he went into a coma, I was on my way to see him at the hospital, after a routine operation that he was recovering well from, with a book that I thought he'd like. I still have that book because I just don't know what to do with it. I can't quite get my head round the fact that I can't give it to him, even now. Actually, even writing about it upsets me.
The first months of grief are so intense, it is just awful. I'm so sorry you are going through that now. A year and a half later, I can truly say that I am enjoying life again. I have a lovely family and I relish my time with them. I often think of Dad, but I try not to dwell on the sad aspects of his passing because I want to get on with life and that is what he would have wanted. If I think about it, it all comes flooding back again, so I find it is better to keep it 'locked away'.
What helped me was talking to good, kind friends. I also saw a counsellor, but I wasn't ready to do that for about six months or more after he died. Mementoes helped (photo albums, letters, etc.).
But the bottom line, as this thread said at the beginning, is that to think of someone so vivid and alive suddenly not being here anymore is beyond our comprehension. I think, eventually, our poor brains just think, ok, it must be true then.
Will Self (I think) wrote a short story about how all supposedly dead people just go to another part of London to live. I like that.