Tomorrow is probably the last day I will go to the house I grew up in. The local hospice charity shop are coming to look at the remaining furniture to see if they can take it and then we hand the keys back in.
All of the personal stuff has been sorted. I went in over the weekend to move some more stuff and it was horrible seeing my family home like that.
I'm also going back to work this week, only part time to start with to see how I cope. Some days are ok and I can get through with some sense of normality and then there are other days when all I want to do is cry. I know it's early days and things will get easier but at the minute I can't see how things can ever be the same again.
