I don't know how or where you are these days, so I will simply say that, for me, music was a long time coming back. Music ~ so important to my life of prayer, of celebration, of sadness, of driving (!), of everything ~ for at least a year after Josh died, I couldn't stand to listen to it. I recall slipping a copy of Vivaldi's Four Seasons into the car's CD player that first winter and nearly driving off the road. It sounded . . . sour, bitter, off key . . . . It was months before I tried again.
So when I offer some music as preparation for Thanksgiving, it's with those memories of enforced silence in mind. Listen or not, as you are able.