My mom struggled too, and I was a pretty bad son for a while. In my adult life I can't believe she put up with some of the stupid/ignorant things I did and said.

She putherself through school and had 3 to raise on her own, sometimes under very difficult circumstances.

The struggle is a challenge, and the character of ther person is defined by how they choose to handle adversity.

Maybe it's because I've see a similar kind of bravery that I can sympathize with you. Let me know if you ever need a "boost", and I'll support you through your grief.