Our usual weekly session is Tuesdays. On the 11th, we just naturally called it off; it didn't feel appropriate--it's too happy, too celebratory an event.
My normal life has me fiddling hours a day--a day without the fiddle would normally be like a day with nothing to read--worse than a day without food, more akin to a day without air. And I never, ever (well, hardly ever) miss the session.
Still, it was days before I could bear to make any music again. Maybe, when your heart is sick, the music leaves it. I _wanted_ to feel like making music. But I didn't, couldn't.
Along about Sunday it came back to me. I played for hours, but at a slower pace than usual, with lots of emotion. Tears flowed. Felt better afterwards--still heartsick, but with healing begun. The music is the best therapy there is, for me ...
JtT