And I'm honestly terrified.
3 months ago, I lost my last remaining parent, no grandparents left either. I'm left with my sister and my brother-in-law and that side of the family.
The trauma of that day still haunts me like a bad dream, how a person can go from deceiving me to appear normal one day, and the next is the beginning of the end, and start of an era. I won't go into excessive detail about it, though if I'm to summarize it, Alcohol is a disease and it took my father away. He had a blood clot in his heart and in the hours that passed, he had 3 heart attacks and had to be defibrillated back to us. Until you see the damage addiction can do firsthand and causes the departure of your loved ones, it's not something not easily relatable.
That brings me to today. I've been doing a lot of adulting and though I'm alone physically, I haven't been technically, thanks to my family and many friends I've made along the way over the past several years.
To my sister, we've grown closer since we lost our mother, and closer still watching pops join her.
To my friends, I've been extremely grateful for your shoulders to cry on and provide words of encouragement and strength to continue on.
So what happens now? I'm not going anywhere! I'm still here. Although my residence is changing due to being unable to stay here on my own. This is where I'm scared. I've become so accustomed to this small rural town and house of 30+ years of my life. You can't simply move and adjust in a day or week. Just about everything is packed and ready to be moved despite the 2 weeks of throwing things out in 2 dumpsters, totaling over 1400$ (700$/dumpster) due to fines, being weight and over the line. It was rather emotional seeing so much go, but we couldn't help but be dumbfounded on the sheer amount of stuff collected and neglected over the decades.
The house has become empty and even more quiet despite the rooms with an echo and my Dog (Duke) having his occasional bark fits. Who needs a Ring Camera when you have a hound am I right? I'm scared of leaving this house and I fear of being a burden to my family as I'm moving in with them and into the city. Not a fan, but what can I do. Nothing, my options are out of the question. Though they're happy to have me, knowing me, I'm far from optimistic.
Overall, I've learned that we all handle grief in our own way, and there is no right or wrong way to overcome it.

I'll leave an excerpt from her.
"I will depart with a quote I heard you once say. When I asked you where that came from, you looked at me astonished that I didn’t already know. “Hamlet” you said, “Go read it.” I did, (because when you grow up with a teacher for a parent, you knew you would be quizzed), and now I say that same quote back to you."
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."