Grieving and growing as a young widow

In grief, time takes on the strangest character. At once, it slows down to the point of incapacitation – a fog of endless hours night after night where nothing seems to happen and nothing changes – while rushing ahead without a second thought for the people carrying the overwhelming burden of losing someone. Watching others go to work, drive cars, go to the park, it all seems a personal attack. How could they go on when he is gone?