I had to decide very consciously how I was going to deal with it.
My doctor gave me antianxiety medication the last month of her life because I was kind of falling apart (Buspar) by then... and it was helpful for me to keep focus on what mattered, which was her.
Then after she died I couldn't get out of bed for days, couldn't really cope well.. well let's face it, I wasn't coping at all, if I was awake I was crying, and if not I was sleeping.
I had to make a conscious decision how I was going to go forward, and God was everything in that moment. Did I trust God, or was I going to die crying in a bed.
I placed all of it in God's hand and decided yes, I absolutely trusted Him. Then I moved forward in a manner that celebrated her life, celebrated the fact I got to be her mom, that God had entrusted me with such a child.
Certainly, she was 23 when she died, just a month after her 23rd birthday... but you can do the same even if your child passes young.. God entrusted you with this beautiful life however short, and thats something to celebrate because you showed them love, taught them every good thing in the time they were yours to teach and love..
And they taught you everything about what it means to truly love. That's an experience that's amazing, in and of itself and God gave you that gift. We just thank God for those gifts...