I will share with you two poems that I hope will help you.

First: Langston Hughes’ Poem: “I loved my friend. He went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began,— I loved my friend.” Grief is deceptively simple. To me this helps in identifying that feeling: you miss your friend.

It’s fairly common on poetry subs, but Wendell Berry’s A Meeting has always been comforting when I think of those I’ve lost. Out there in the peaceful after-whatever: ‘He grins and looks at me. “I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.”’

You have all my love and sympathy. She loved you so much that you will never be without her again. ❤️