I am so deeply sorry that you’re going through this. I lost my mom thirteen years ago to lung cancer. She was only few weeks shy of 69, and I was 43. To me, my mom was everything. I was never close to my dad, he was abusive, so when she died, I felt like an orphan.
When she died, I felt like a tree that had been uprooted and was left hanging in the air. The pain and confusion were unbearable, and I honestly didn’t think they would ever stop.
The only way I survived was by finding things to be grateful for. I was grateful that my mom didn’t suffer too much or for too long. I was grateful that I got to see her a few times before she was gone, even though I live thousands of kilometers away. I was grateful that she baked my favorite thing for me one last time, and that I got to cook for her. I was grateful that I could attend her funeral, and that my kids are old enough to remember her.
Now, all these years later, I actually feel closer to her than I ever did while she was alive. As a spirit, I feel like she is always near. I hold her in my mind, my heart, and my soul. I “hear” her all the time, and I still "consult" her whenever I have a big decision to make. I remember only the good, happy times, and I talk about her with my kids so her memory stays alive.
You will find your own courage to do the same. One thing I often remember is what my dear cousin said after her dad passed: “It doesn’t matter that they are gone… what matters is that they lived.”
Sending you love and prayers.