You just slowly accept it, but it doesn't hurt any less. When my Grandmother went to the Dr over a persistant back ache, she was diagnosed with cancer, and given 6 weeks, tops. I was closer to her, than my own parents, and it hit me unlike anything in my life ever had. Family told me that in the end, I would want her to go, and I thought they were nuts, no way could I ever get to that point. They were right, I was wrong. She made it 5 weeks, and passed the day before her birthday. For a couple weeks, I would go sit in her bedroom, and hope it was a just a bad dream, but unfortunately it wasn't. I eventually accepted the fact that she was gone, and focused on the good times. I still miss her badly, but can smile when thinking about her. Sorry you are going through this.
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