Empty House Syndrome

It's hard to believe our little life here is dismantled...gone in a puff...in a frenzy of activity...and then nothing. You can really see how fleeting is life. Staying here after everything is gone is also a way of prolonging the mourning...I'm really going to miss it here...this is where I brought my babies home from the hospital, where they all took their first steps (including Kathryne). So this is as close as I've ever come to having a "family" home. Nothing special by far, yet a place I will never forget, the bad memories will fade, but the good ones will remain. All the photos and events that have taken place here...we won't be able to forget.