I'm sorry for your loss.
I will pray for you, meanwhile see if you can take some comfort in the words of the epitaph of Ben Franklin, which he penned himself sometime before his passing.
Franklin, Printer; [1706 - 1790]
like the Cover of an old Book, Its Contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Gilding, Lies here,
Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be wholly lost; For it will, as he believ'd,
appear once more, In a new & more perfect Edition,
Corrected and amended By the Author.