Karen
I so hear you and so understand that sense of loss. I would say right now that Katherine is correct. The importance of sharing our stories helps us in innumerable ways to find the memories we so need to hold onto. To breath life into those memories so we can walk with our grief and love.
I know for me when Donna, my wife died, I wanted others to know her. To know her love for me, for us, and for herself. Being able to share those stories was the beginning of my grief journey. The first steps. It helped me to see Donna, myself, and us in new ways better ways. I still hurt and always will yet "I carry your heart with me" e.e. cumming’s
It seems you can give life to memories and doing that may begin a first step toward a new consciousness about your loss and love. For me I found my grief was like water taking the shape of its vessel (my heart). I became that vessel that held my grief allowing it to shape me and my memories ways that features its magic. The wound of grief hurts Yet like any wound it allow light and knowledge to enter us.