Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Someone you loved keeps acting on you after they are gone. The way you speak to a child, the standard you hold yourself to, a phrase you use without knowing where you got it. That continuing is not a comfort offered in place of the loss; it sits alongside it, and both are real.

If you are missing someone, you might try naming one specific thing about you that came from them. Not a memory of them, but a habit of yours they made. Say it to someone else who knew them, when you are ready. Nothing needs to be resolved.