Thinking of you

I think of you each morning and all day long.  I think of you before falling asleep at night and pray that you will come to me in my dreams.  I miss you more than I could ever have imagined.  My depression doesn't seem to get any better as the days pass and the time moves on around me.  I'm not living, I'm surviving.  I try to make the best of my situation, but somedays it's just to hard to find anything good in my day.  So much needs to be done around the house but everytime I start to do something I think of how much you used to help and how much I appreciated it.  Now it's  just me and it's hard to get motivated.  Where do I go from here?