In a book that I am reading, there is a quote from Monteverdi's opera 'Orfeo' (not to be confused with the much later Offenbach work). Orpheus is pleading to be allowed into the underworld to be with his wife
"I am no longer alive, for since my dear wife is deprived of life, my heart remains no longer with me, and without a heart, how can it be that I am living?"
Sorry if you find it too maudlin, but it sums up exactly how I have felt ever since losing Veronica.
Mike