How long does the total gripping sadness last?

Every hour or so I find something else that makes me cry. I know she’s in “a better place” now and that she’s no longer suffering– but *I* am sad because *I* miss her. I will never hear her singing again.

We got home last night– I slept today until 1 pm. I haven’t gotten dressed yet, and it’s nearly 7 pm. I am a lazy slothful person.