Donny, I am so verry sorry. You are a tender soul and I am sure this has torn you deeply. I went and hunted for words of comfort for you for I am not very good at this kind of thing,
I found this of which I am sure you are aware and yet you may like to read again.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust