Am I mad? I've started texting him. I know only I will read them, but somehow it helps a tiny bit. Is that really stupid? I write him notes too. I talk to him. I can't seem to let go ..... not yet. I can't get rid of his car although I don't drive. I can't move his things. I know I need to but it's too hard. I don't want our home to become some sort of shrine to him but it matters that his things are where he left them. Is this any kind of normal?
