My dear woman, a broken heart is truly the most painful thing humans go thru. My husband of 41 years died after 8 weeks in hospital of one poor diagnosis after the other. Almost two years later, I cry, tears roll down my face and I do not even realize it. Some things I do to ease the pain of this devastating loss are; I talk to him during the day, it helps me feel close to him. I wear his socks, sleep with his shirts, I collected his (our) pictures from day one of our love story and carry some of them with me where ever I go. I bought a lovely wooden box and put all of his little personal items, papers, service medals, watch, pocket knife, etc. in it. I look through it and smile at him. I pray to God to give him peace and that I will see him again one day. A great love should never die. The loss of a great love will live forever. You are not alone. He is with you.