NannyDee, I recognise everything you describe. My husband died early last year following a road traffic collision and I am learning that grief does not work to a timetable. Personally, I never found it helpful to be told by others that I am strong or "doing well" but I suppose the people who say these things feel they're being supportive and encouraging.
Just take life an hour at a time and accept the way you feel at any given moment; there's no right or wrong about emotion. If you're crying, then don't fight it or try to suppress it any more than you would suppress a smile and the memory of happy times.
About three months after my husband's death, I started sessions with a bereavement counsellor. This had to be by phone because of all the pandemic rules and regs but I chose my counsellor carefully from the website of the British Association for Counselling & Psychotherapy (bacp.co.uk) . The weekly sessions were very helpful. A good counsellor will help you examine your emotions, understand and accept them and will never be judgemental. Additionally, I was lucky to have several good friends who were ready to be "there" for me, on the phone, whenever I needed it - just to listen and offer loving words of support and encouragement and to share memories of better times. I can never thank those friends enough and I do hope that you, too, have that kind of support.
Fourteen months on, I probably look and seem quite "recovered" (as if one ever can recover from loss of a lifetime partner) but, inside, I am still quite often a crumbling heap. I don't cry as often or wake every morning feeling there is nothing to live for; I am making plans for the future but, now and again, some little thing will overwhelm me: a chance word; the sight of his tools in the garage, an unexpected kindness or being obliged to deal with major things by myself such as when the central heating failed last month. This weekend will be the anniversary of his funeral, the last of those so significant first anniversaries and I fully expect to be an emotional wreck but, if I am OK, then that will be a bonus.
Don't beat yourself up or think you "should" be feeling better. There's no should about it. From my own experience and from what bereaved friends have told me, it's very gradual, doesn't happen in measured units over a given time. You will always love and miss your husband but you will also remember the good years, the joys and the funny moments and shared laughter and find yourself smiling through the tears. One day, you will wake and realise that yesterday was a good day or that today you are looking forward to something and that's okay. Enjoyment is allowed. It's a bit like when you cut your finger on the edge of a piece of paper. It's hideously sore for several days but then, quite suddenly, you realise it doesn't hurt quite so much but you were never aware of the healing taking place.
Sorry, I've gone on a bit when all I really wanted to do was to offer you a cyber (((hug))) and to say be kind to yourself, take your time. You had more than half a century together so why would you recover your husband's death in ten minutes?