My mother died last night after a year long battle with Pancreatic cancer. I watched her breathe her last breath as tears ran down my face, I felt like I was outside my own body as I heard the sobbing of the other 3 family members around me and then the final breath, the death rattle, and I knew that from that moment forward I would never hear my mother's laugh, hear her say she loves me, be able to wrap my arms around her. I am distraught, I feel less than whole. A huge part of me was viciously torn off and the wound still lies wide open and bleeding. I don't know what to do next. I hope none of you ever have to experience what I am at this moment and for those that have I need your advice on how to get through this. Thanks.