Poor kid. I lost my Dad when I was 26, my brother (who was closest to him was only 22). I have to say, it hit him the hardest he went off the deep end. I still grieve for my Dad, when I am missing him I'll listen to the music he use to play (Hotel California, stair way to heaven ect.). I close my eyes and it's like I'm sitting in our old kitchen listening to him playing the guitar. My Dad past six years ago, it does get a little easier, you will find your way of coping and remembering. I now find comfort in those old songs, I still cry when I listen to them, but it's a welcome cry, it's how I feel close to him, how I can still visit him, how I cope. Find something of hers and just hold onto it even if it's not a physical object, something she loved to do, a favorite movie, song, book or place she loved to visit. My Dad loved Pennsylvania's mountains. We visited our old property where we camped as a family about three years ago, I just laid in the tall grass and I could feel him around me. It's never easy losing the closest people to us. She is your mother and is still with you, still talk to her. I am a mother nothing could take me from my children not even death.

Take care of yourself sweetheart and hang in there.