Would it suck too much if I answered, "pretty much." This is, or isn't how it's going to be....
Grief is nothing if not unpredictable. You can't plan for it. There is no map. The day my Mom died Andy, Carolyn, and I went to the park, went shopping, were together as a family... And I felt good. I felt joy. Normal stuff still happens and normal feelings still happen. I always thought it was like... the end of normal altogether. And it is, but... it's also not.
All of your feelings though are valid, and ok, and normal, and real.
It came in waves for me--the buckling points, and the black clouds, and the sadness, and the longing and missing and barreness. It still comes in waves for me. The waves get smaller and smaller--not the feelings or the intensity of the love... But I'm not swept under by them. And I've learned how to ride them a little.
If there was a map, I'd Fed Ex it immediately.... but it's different every day, every second, and different for every person.
Love you, friend...