Found this. Couldn’t agree more.
We finally got everything cleared out of the house over the weekend. We locked the doors and walked away. It was at once both a relief, and very disheartening. It was not only walking away from the heartache of the place where Elias died, but it was also walking away from the place where Henry was born. It was walking away from all of the painful memories of Elias, but it was also walking away from the place where Elias and Noah took their first steps, ate their first foods, the place where Elias defeated the door locks as well as pretty much any babyproof anything we owned….
As depressing as it is, I know there’s nothing that can be done about it. I’m trying to look forward to making new memories with our surviving children. It’s just so hard not to want to crawl in a hole and die, though. I know, I owe our children more than that. It’s just so damned hard.