I am sorry for your loss@Purpleshadows and really feel for what you are experiencing at this stage in your grief.
I experienced a very traumatic loss of my DH years ago, compounded by the equally traumatic loss of my DF 5 nonths later. Both died in awful accidents.
I totally understand your ‘can’t continue like this’ feelings and want to try and reassure you it won’t always be like it is now.
In my experience you are currently working through a grief cycle, that will continue for some time, with each wave becoming slightly softer and easier until your mind has totally processed your loss.
I also saw my DP after his death and bitterly regretted doing so, I still do. But for many people that experience is necessary to actually be able to start to process that their loved one has gone. Ditto, the smell of Lilies. I had them in my wedding bouquet but now cannot bear them anywhere near me. However I now understand that that is just mind finding something in the whole loss scenario to focus on and rail against.
Please know, you won’t always feel like you do now.
Many, little things helped me through my grieving process. Firstly I turned to the book ‘On grief and grieving by Elizabeth Kubler Ross’ it made me realise that what I was experiencing was OK, it was a process and wouldn’t last forever.
I then also decided to go with the process and not fight it. If I wanted to cry I cried and I really didn’t care what other people thought. I cried on buses, in shops lit up for Christmas and at work. I also took the advice of a very dear friend to be kind to myself. If I didn’t want to see or talk to people I made excuses and left, I ate what I wanted, went where I wanted and talked endlessly (sometimes to myself 😂🤣) about what had happened.
The grief came in waves. The first year was tough, especially the anniversaries. On each one I bought myself a little treat from DH and DF. Two years in I went on holiday alone. Year 3, I moved house, half way across the country to be closer to family, but leaving behind many friends and a job I loved. So it went on, each year a building block in the new life I wax creating
I am now 18 years on. There were times when I made mistakes, hideous forrays into internet dating encouraged by friends who worried about my single status, new jobs I didn’t like, a house project that threatened to overwhelm me, but always I carried the ‘the be kind to yourself’ mantra.
I think about my DH, DF and DM who died several years later, every day, but in a really soft way. I smile at their photo when walking past or occasionally recall a happy monent we shared. I start when their favourite track comes on the radio, or when soneone walks past wearing their aftershave or perfume. If I remember something less positive or smell those damn Lillies, it is a fleeting moment and I refkect on the completeness of the life we shared together.
So hang in there. You are working through a process and will come through this time, in your own time. I ofen reflect that my DH and DD wouldn’t know me now. I am so much stronger and ballsier when it comes to life, but I am also much more empathetic and try hard to also be kinder to everyone I now live this part of my life with.
Keep going, one step at a time, be kind to yourself and have faith that eventually this period will all be a gentle memory in your new life.