Life radically changed when I began grieving. One change for me was the home Babe and I shared. I still lived at the same address. The difference now, my home became a house. Here is an excerpt from Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again that talks about this change:
“My house was empty. It was no longer a home. A home was what Babe made it. It was now as empty as I was. I wandered from room to room. I didn’t know where to begin. Everywhere I turned, a memory stared back at me. I stared momentarily at a photo of us together and cried. I turned and saw the flowers she loved and the tears continued to flow. I walked into the bedroom and gazed at her side of the bed. I turned and walked into the study, my eyes staring at Babe’s empty seat with her unopened computer sitting on her desk. I quickly walked to my desk, got my computer, and closed the double doors to the study. It was too painful for me to work in there. Pain was everywhere. I couldn’t avoid it.”
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Excerpt From: Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again by Ray Calabrese. This material is protected by copyright