So I really can't stand it when people keep telling me you will be OK. How do they know I'll be OK? 

They aren't with me 24 hours a day 7 days a week. They dont see me cry, or how many times I cry. They don't see the little things that may mean so little to someone how much they mean to me, such as cooking in a pan my mom used when I was growing up, or the thought of going to church and her not being thee, or the ten times she would call me in a matter of four hours and her not remembering, or how she would always my whole life send me a valentines card. The pain is extreme, I feel lost. If she would only come to me in a dream and tell me she was OK, wasn't mad, she loved..then and only then will I be able to make it. I Love You Mom!