Final Goodbye's

This past week I've had family flying in and out of my home. They all decided to come at the same time to say their final goodbye's to my mother. Which is fine, completely understandable. But it's also completely overwhelming. I know they mean well, but it's just to much. My sister and I hardly get to spend any time with my mother now, and because of that, my family has decided that we're not good daughters. But it's not even that, we're just trying to give everyone their own time to say their own goodbye's.
No one in my family truly understands what's going through my mind. They think they do... but they don't. No one knows what I'm feeling. And I refuse to let them know.
It's just time. Time for all of us to just go and say our bitter sweet goodbye's, and let my mom finally pass onto another life. It'll hurt. But it's torture to see my mother dying slowly.
Why God is doing this to her, I'll never know.