Carleen--
I did not lose my love, I lost my Mom... but I can relate in general to grief, though I would never pretend that I know what it is like to go through what you have been through.
For this entire year since Mom has been gone, I have chaffed at well-meaning people's efforts to tell me that 'I will eventually feel better.' The truth was, I didn't want to feel better. I don't ever want to "feel better" about the fact that my Mom isn't here anymore. I have winced at each and every passing day knowing that it takes me one day further from my Mom. And that has been like loss after loss after loss.
This is what I think: I don't think it ever really feels better. I think it always hurts. I think that we somehow learn how to live with the gaping hole in our hearts--and yes, even this thought is a thought that is painful in some ways. It isn't fair that life goes on without people as amazing as your Keith was, and as my Mom was... It just plain sucks. And it hurts.
You are allowed to hurt. You are allowed to not want to feel better. You are allowed to feel this pain thoroughly until you are able to function around the hole that has just been ripped into your chest.
I am so very, very sorry that Keith is gone. I wish with every fiber of my being that he could be here with you giving you those kisses and snuggling with you at ever possible moment. I hurt with you, and though I wish somehow something I say could make things a little easier, I know it doesn't work that way.
Do know that you are loved. Do know that when you hurt, we hurt with you. And do know that you are accepted and cherished in all of your feelings.
(((((Carleen)))))