Confusions

Being an instructor of yoga and sharing the teachings of equanimity, acceptance of all, and freedom of attachments, I consider myself a student forever. I am utterly baffled for quite some time now with my own attachments, however, I cannot seem to make peace with several recent events recent events, primarily the heartbreak I have for my parents sake. If anyone has any advice I would so greatly appreciate it! (e-mail, call, pony express, etc.) Please also bear in mind that I have limited access to the internet.
A not-so-brief explanation of why I feel so overwhelmed at this moment. My father's father passed away almost a month ago. A week later a life-long friend of our family, educator, and sincerely genuine man died in a tragic accident. Friday, one of my mother's closest friends died after a long battle with Parkinson's disease. Mind you, this is purely insight into all the insane "poop-storms" occuring around all of us lately. What gives, right?
A few years ago my adoration for my parents grew beyond my imagination. My mom was receiving intense-chemotherapy for cancer at the hospital a few blocks from me. I would take George (the Duke dog) for our nightly walk and we would stop by the hospital to visit my mom. (Yes, they allow dogs there! How cool!) Perhaps two months into her treatments my cousin was attacked by a bull on his farm, placing him only 3 floors above my mom in the hospital. My dad dropped everything to go help keep the farm running as smoothly as possible. If my dad wasn't at the farm he was at my mom's side in the hospital, usually nodding off. He places others before himself. When my mom would be on short breaks from the hospital she would somehow manage to maintain contacts with friends and family, cook, clean, and etc..
If you know my parents then you know that they are by no means the traditional "I love you" sort of people yet their tenacity to take the reigns as they have done time and time again does not go unnoticed in my heart. Speaking to both of them these past few difficult weeks has been bittersweet. Neiter will let on they are aching inside while I know they are. It tears me apart. I cannot sufficiently wrap my thoughts around this. Fairly, we all deal with tragedies and death differently. I know my parents are suffering and I have allowed myself to remain consumed with their pain. I feel completely tapped out. I want to take their pain away. They give all of themselves without so much as a mere expectation of payment in response. I don't know how to "un-own" my grief.