You're sweet. I'm surprised you share your email address in a comment as I'm sure you're aware bad actors scrape them, or so I've been told. Thus I try to take care only to share mine in private notes. I'm ok. It's a bittersweet thing. https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/elegiastic-ode-to-joy-life-and-death-99ccb4866171 I'm in constant contact with her soul thus I'm never lonely. I sense her constant presence as a gentle tinnitus that is not actually in my ears. And were it not for her passing I wouldn't have had my full "spiritual awakening." That being said, I miss the human and tears can be triggered at any time for her and others:

"Infinitely deep are the pain pockets of grief — these voids cause and fill with tears at a moment's notice no matter how much time has elapsed, yet as that salty water continuously almost drowns drains, the infinite darkness of despair makes space for infinitely greater amounts of Light to enter our domains.

Fellow travellers
Intertwined our soul contracts
Love burns — searing pain
Greg, Andrew, Jason, Lindsey
Marcus shall now sing Ballade"

That's the intro to my recent https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/a-ballade-to-my-dearly-departed-friends-and-lover-c69aa9903a32