How do you get past this..

As someone whose life has been consumed with grief and loss, there’s one crippling realization that still haunts me. Did I do something to deserve this fate? I’ve lost both parents. I have no living grand parents and I am an only child. I grew up living with my dad, grandma, grandpa and uncles and everyone in the home I grew up in passed away. My mother passed from cancer when I was 9 and it was downhill from there. Addiction swept through my family and left me with nothing literally and figuratively.

Why was this my story? Did I do something wrong? How do those with similar stories move past this feeling.