Here's how I grieved the end of my relationship with Richard and ultimately his death:
I missed him. I loved him. I hated him. I pitied him. I loved him. I loathed him. I felt nothing. I felt deep compassion for him. I missed him. I loved him. I felt sorry for him. I felt grateful that he led me on a journey of self discovery.
My emotions ran the gamut and changed like the wind. They still do today. I don't know if that's normal. I don't think it matters. It just is.