We all confront death in our own fashion, but there are researched stages of grief. That's academic matter; in my gut, there are moments when I feel I have accepted the loss, and then, sometimes very soon, sometimes later in the day, there is that 'this really didn't happen' feeling.
Paul Simon was being interviewed against the back drop of a performance, and they scanned the audience as he sang some of his S and G songs, and his early solo songs, and people were crying. The interviewer commented on it, and suggested that the beauty of his music had prompted such emotional reactions. Paul differed, saying that while the audience liked his songs, the response was to a place where a song was heard, or to a person who was attached to the song, or to feelings the person was now remembering, triggered by the song.
Kenny was a time alone, in my late teens; he was numerous romantic dinners, he was a register I could sing, I really could.......He was guy portraying drug withdrawal, a guy singing about catfish, a guy singing about his guitar weeping.
Time; the ultimate healer.