Yes, craftyone, it's an ache that becomes part of you. C S Lewis wrote that it felt like being mildly drunk, or concussed and that there was an invisible blanket between him and the world. That's exactly how I feel at times.
I lost my husband three years ago and six months later my only sister. We were very close. I try to keep busy, I meet people, I even ask them around for lunch, I tell myself sometimes that I am actually coping well, after all I was always quite independent and resourceful, this awful feeling will go away and I'll be right as rain again. But I'm only kidding myself because suddenly, without warning, my world falls apart because I picked up a book and out fell a card my husband had made years ago; a pressed rose and the words ”To my beautiful wife” ...
With love to you All