Missing my husband

I'm thinking about him a lot at the moment. His presence is part of my soul and that part is screaming so loud right now. My heart is remembering the sound of his voice, what he smelled like and how he felt when I touched him. I'd do anything to be able to hug him and not let go. To rest my head against his chest, sit and snuggle on the sofa one more time. Grief. It's oppressive. I can't move forward again without acknowledging that and I'm trying so hard not to eat the entire kitchen whilst I deal with this.