The past few days have been futile.
As we prepare to put this house on the market – our home - nostalgia is setting in. I remember bringing Joseph home. I remember sitting next to his sleeping, breathing little body on the big green couch and thinking what will I do without his nurses?
I guess I figured it out;)
But the memories are hard to let go of. The bringing home of hope, love and joy. Restoration and healing.
This was our first house.
We have shoved all personal photos in boxes. They say to detach yourself from your home makes the selling that much easier. I hope they’re right, because it’s all kinds of painful.
As I have been tearing through drawers, cabinets, closets and rooms one thing has constantly had me smiling though.
Do you know how many Jenna things I have come across? They are scattered all throughout our home and have traveled to our little place in Texas from all over the world. I have a box or two with her things, and I’ve decided it’s easiest to just keep this one open til the big move, because I keep finding Jenna-things. I am so grateful for this community. The world of people that share her memory, without ever meeting us in real life.