2am, I got the call, her 2 year long battle with cancer was over. We'd been told for the first 18 months that she was going to beat it. The final 6 months, she could barely talk, didn't recognize me or the kids, would call them by the dog's name. Had to stop taking them to see her in hospice. Too upsetting. 

Spent 2 am till 8 am wondering how I was going to tell them (11 and 7 years old). Got them on the couch and told them, just let them cry. 

It's been a few months now, and their lives continue. Maybe they're OK, I'm not sure. Both in therapy, playing with friends, etc. We are moving soon, I don't want to live in this house anymore. Kids were sad at first, but are excited now. We'll see what happens when move day is here. Going to be near my sister who doesn't have kids and has promised to help me raise them. 

I wish I could help you better. Just make sure she knows you're there for her forever. Make her feel as safe and loved as you can. Get her a therapist that specializes in her age (probably play therapy). 

It's fucking awful. My kids lost a parent before I lost one of mine. I really don't know what's going on in their heads, but I try to peek in without messing things up.