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When my dad died. I was 46. My mom had died 7 weeks before. I realized I had no one to turn to anymore and I was at the top of the trouble ladder. I wasn't stoked about it. I'm still not.
Sorry for your loss.
As a parent and homeowner I definitely feel like an adult now. But I do still reach out to my parents for help and support from time to time. I'm really going to miss them when they're gone, but being "at the top of the trouble ladder" isn't something I had considered.
I kinda know the feeling. My dad died in '07 when I was 34, my mother in '20 and her last brother died this year. My sisters and I are now the oldest generation (together with nices and nephews on that side) My yongest sister just turned 42.
I still refuse to admit I'm adult, just old. (At least that's what my body tells me from time to time, "you're not 20 anymore, I'm not putting up with those shenanigans")
Sorry for your loss