" I want her back. I can't begin to imagine the emptiness of life without her in it."
That right there. That's grief. How you express it isn't what matters. How you "feel" isn't what matters. Grief is just the fact that there's a hole in your life where a person should be, that wasn't there before, and you don't want that hole to exist.
I didn't feel much after my Mum died. I did feel a bit relieved. Mostly because she'd been in a lot of pain for a couple of months, and I was glad she wasn't in pain any more. But also partly, selfishly, that I wanted life to go back to normal.
For about 3 months I didn't feel much else. I didn't have time! There was so much stuff surrounding my Mums death to do. So I did. My StepDad and brother were amazed, "How can he keep such a calm head, while I can't focus on anything" But I was busy, and I wanted to be busy, it gave me something to focus on that wasn't the hole. Honestly, I spent that time feeling quite happy! It was weird.
And then after about 4 months I ran out of stuff to do. Funeral - done, probate - sorted. Mums house on the market - Bosh. So casting around for something to do, I started planning a holiday, and because I was about to inherit a load of money it was going to be an absolute banger of a holiday.
My Mum would have been proud, she absolutely loved a holiday, and the one thing she loved more than a holiday was planning one. She'd be sat in the car on the way back home from the airport, looking at the TUI website on her phone.
So as I planned, a little thought crept into my head. "Mums going to love hearing about this."
Which is why DP found me sat on the computer at 5 am looking at holidays, sobbing my eyes out. I'd been crying for about 3 hours at that point.
There's a quote from a superhero TV show, that is far too good to have ever appeared in something so cheesy.
"What is grief if not love persevering" You loved your mother in life, you still love her now in death. That love right now is just taking a form you can't quite recognise. You'll get there.