I am sorry you are going thru this right now.
I do not know where you will get the strength to get thru it all when the time comes but you will get thru it...I promise.
I was only 25 yrs old when I lost my father...suddenly and unexpectedly. I was home alone with my 2 nephews and my 2 stepsons reading one of the Harry Potter books aloud...they had all came home from school, except the youngest, he was only 2 yrs old and they had had a snack and we settled in to read a chapter or two...I just finished reading the title of the chapter we were on...it was "Death Day"...and the phone rang! It was the Santa Barbara police department and they asked for me by name...I will never forget it, it was awful! I live in Washington state and my Dad was in Santa Barbara, CA. and my Mom was in Sacramento,CA. and my sister was in a closed door meeting here in town and my hubby was out of town and my BIL was at his work but I couldn't get thru to anybody for HOURS! I remember crying but telling myself to pull it together for the kids...and somehow I did, well I think I did...there was a lot of crying and pacing back and forth...and I admit that when I finally was able to reach my Mom I was less than tactful in telling her the news, something I regret to this day...I just blurted it out so fast, kinda like it was hurting me more by keeping it all in...
My sister and I and her 2 small kids had to fly to CA for the funeral...I will never forget that either...we had to fly on the 1st anniversary of Sept.11th and both planes we had to take were completely empty...I remember being asked by each and every flight worker/employee about where we were going that was so important that we were brave enough to fly? That day sucked too..it was like we were walking thru our lives (in the airport) only it was a ghost town...so surreal and quiet!
~Mrs. P., my thoughts are with you and your family in these stressful times...