Oh my God, honey, NO!
In what universe is it in any way fair that a loving soul like you could possibly suffer three broken hearts so quickly? One crushed me, a second was nearly unbearable. I can not fathom a third, and I wish I were closer to hug you and try to convince you that this world isn't as cruel a place as you must be feeling it is.
The ONLY solace I can possibly try to provide is on the comments on Twinkie's SS today. That he was able to hold on long enough for you to come home and pass while in your loving arms. At least there is that.
I pray that you can feel some degree of peace, although I know that must feel impossible right this minute.
My heart is broken for you, my friend.
Fly free little boy, and with Mr. Beasley and Wheezer, wrap your Mom in love and peace.
Love,
Carl