This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions and to be honest I'm actually procrastinating right now. Today is moving day. We HAVE to be out of this house completely by midnight tonight. The new house isn't at all ready. They can't even get the utilities on yet and we have no running water but we have to move out.
I thought I would only be happy about getting out of the house my son died in. It's been so incredibly painful living in the same house I saw my son's lifeless body in for the last time before they took it away. But now all I can think about is how it is also the last place he LIVED and the memories we made here....and I'm frozen. I'm unable to move and start packing and moving things. I have no idea how I'm going to get all of this done. No idea at all. I just want to crawl into a hole and hide.
