About, there's a Neal Diamond song this situation reminds me of, and part of the lyrics go like this:
It happens much too often
Won't ever make the headlines
Somebody's broken heart ain't new
Except when it happens to you.
I'm not even a Neal Diamond fan, but that concept has kind of stayed with me. I actually have two situations going on right now that remind me of yours, in that way: a family with a child who I love is moving away, and I have no idea how frequently I'll see them, and person I am close to is being tried for false charges. He may be released; he may be...I have a hard time finishing that sentence.
People move all the time, right? And legal troubles are common, at least here. "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time," they say, but this saying does not address the numerous false imprisonments and excessive sentences...and dangers faced by incarcerated citizens.
What I'm trying to say is that a bruised or broken heart hurts, and ambiguity over what is actually happening complicates that.
I can tell you what helps me as I lug around this 50 lb heart: time outside. Sunshine. A little exercise. Being with good people--they are everywhere. Good nutrition, especially lots of produce.
Basic self-care, in other words.
There's terror in potentially losing a therapist, just as a tiny child faces (or a big child faces--I am thinking about when I lost my mother last year)--at the loss of a parent. People might not understand why it's distressing; that's the kind of thing that can be hard to share. It will be hard for me when that little child moves away, though others might wonder why and be inclined to tell me, but you'll still see her sometimes.
Doesn't matter. It hurts.
My suggestions are to be gentle with yourself, and take care of yourself.
That's all I've got. My best to you.