Grief Recovery

I was reading on a web site about recovery from grief and was trying to define it for myself.  Recovery - getting back into bed and pulling the covers over my head!! Recovery in terms of recovering my husband - impossible.  Maybe in an afterlife in a new form - but not the face and body and voice that I loved in this life.  So...it must be recovery of myself.  Also impossible.  Or, seems impossible now.  Reinventing is a better word.  I am a different person than I was when Artie was alive.  I am busy doing a lot of things - can't believe I figured out how to do a blog - and still working on the poetry although I haven't been submitting it and need to do that - and at the age of 59 auditioned for the first time for a small theater here in NY to do a solo show - and got it - will be performing one night in October - travelling a little again.  All great stuff.  However I feel like a scrumptious chocolate Easter bunny who is hollow inside - like the Tin Man who lost his heart - and the scarecrow who needs a brain - still have a lot of courage, though.  I have lovely happy moment with friends and my daughter - but I can't imagine a time or day when I won't grieve for my husband.  Is that a mental disorder?  A weakness?  I don't know.  I know that I miss him every day and it hurts - but also makes me laugh with memories - and grateful to have been granted such a spectacular gift to love and be loved during the worse as well as the better.  I fight the very idea that our journey together is over.  I don't know if that is denial or not - I accept that he is dead - but I don't accept that our relationship died with him.  The earthly one did  - but something other that I don't comprehend being still alive.  So, I guess my goal isn't to recover but to weave the pain of my loss into the pattern of my life in such a way that I am not crippled by it but instead inspired by it.  Ouch.  What a task to assign myself!!  I wish I could say I was about to do something magical but what I need to do is pay my bills!!