Acceptance Doesn't Lessen the Pain of Loss

I have accepted the death of my husband, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
I don't believe I have to be strong, either, but I accept that it is said with concern for me.
I will mourn a long time, I think, not only for what was, but what could have been.
Once the mourning ceases, I will still feel grief at the loss, and I will cry when something reminds me of what I lost.
It's too soon to think about moving on, but I see that, eventually, I will move on to living again.
We, the bereaved, have the right to mourn and to mourn for as long as needed.
I am not ashamed of my tears or the sorrow I feel.
I realize, but will not hide my feelings, which bothers some people.
They are not responsible for my emotions, and I am not responsible for their discomfort.
My faith grounds me and gives me hope, but it doesn't make me immune to grief, and pretending so is to lessen the loss.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." Wrote the psalmist, acknowledging that we are not free from death nor evil.
We work through it, not around it.
To try and push the pain down and pretend it doesn't exist, in my view, will make it worse when it all breaks out, and it will.
I see myself eventually accepting love again if it presents itself, and if not, I will pour all the love I have into my family.
However, first I must mourn, I must weep, I must feel the loss.
I don't know how long that will take, but I am certain I will know when it has.
For now, I keep my faith and wait for the day all sorrows will cease.