17 days ago my 88 year old mother passed away. She was a woman of great faith and strength. The family gathered to be with her the last two days. My sister, our spouses, children and grandchildren stayed at her side. We all have faith and recognize that she has gone to heaven and is in no more pain. We all saw single, dble and even triple rainbows in the sky as we left the care facility following her death. The pastor at her funeral said "it is good that we are here" We were all there to celebrate her passing. Her 3 grandsons were pall bearers. 2 days following her funeral, her oldest grandson, age 40 was killed in a car accident while leaving work. The world has just dropped away. He was my nephew, and my heart breaks not only for losing him, but for my sister who lost her mother and her son in a span of 8 days. His funeral was 2 days ago, and over 200 people attended. It brought some closure. But a couple times a day, I just break down. I am grateful that my mother went first. I miss her but I would not want her to go through this pain of losing her oldest grandson. My sister and I both have strong faiths, and there is definitely one set of footsteps in the sand right now. For God is carrying us. I force myself to do simple normal things, dishes, write thank you's, pay bills, walk. But anything of normal stress, such as work, volunteer commitments, totally is overwhelming me right now. I thought I was handling my Mom's death well, but my nephews tragic death has just rocked my world.