I buried my son yesterday. I cannot believe what has happened in just a week of life. My son was 44, married with two children 7 and 9. I am in so much shock that I don't know what to do, I can only put one foot in front of the other and try to move. I went through all the motions of a viewing and burial and don't know half of what happened. My son and I were very close he was a sweet and gentle person and touched many lives, I don't understand why this had to happen and especially without any warning to us. I can't make any sense of this and wonder if I ever will. His children are broken hearted and don't know what to do without their Daddy. How can I help them when I can't even help myself?