This grief I experience is hard to explain. I miss Steven so much. It's not just when I don't have enough muscle, or am cold in bed or come home to an empty house. It's the way every other thought jumps to him and the fact that he has died.
I read in my devotion today about the importance of praise in all situations. How praise can make whatever is bad seem less so. The author ended with this prayer which I will make my own, "Father, I don't want You to remove this problem until You've done all You want to do through it, in me and in others."