Yes my mother did love my father, and he her, BUT, what she didn't do was spend the rest of her life blaming other people especially Germans whom she didn't blame, (they were young men too) and bemoaning her situation to the inevitable, eventual irritation of friends family and me, becoming bitter and deeply unattractive in the process. After four difficult years she met and was married again to a lovely man, (a POW of the Japanese,) and led a full, happy interesting life. Although he was rarely mentioned she never forgot my father and the very few times she spoke of him always ended with her in tears and me desperately trying to comfort her,ending up in tears as well. Trouble with grief is that it can overwhelm you, and if not spoken severely to, eventually consume you and take over your life, as it has with Harry. You just have to try and move on.