"I can leave the hurt where it belongs."
That's the goal, of course, and I hope with all my heart that it happens for you.
Be prepared, however, for an occasional, sudden re-emergence of grief. It's not a "one-n-done" thing. It hides, lingers in the hidden recesses of the mind, and sometimes it'll jump out and kick you in the balls. The passage of decades can diminish it's power, but I don't believe anyone with a modicum of humanity can completely dismiss grief.
It's sort of like an old chair that we can't bring ourselves to toss out; it's uncomfortable, it's ugly, worn, even threadbare, and we cover it up with a nice "throw" or something, but there is it, just waiting for us to weaken and plop down in it. The positive thing though, is that we can learn to control how often we sit there, and make those visits fewer over the years.
I hope you can eventually ditch your old chair - toss it out for good. I haven't, but at least it's in a disused room now, and covered with other old stuff that only weighs me down now. One of these years .....