Sold the House!
Since the moment my son died I've been complaining how I cant stand to live in the house I raised my son in. That the memories were torturing me every second I had to live here. Well, last night we found a buyer and all is set except the paper work because its a holiday weekend. This morning I found myself wanting to just lay in Jarrett's room and cry. Its going to be so hard to leave this house forever...but i know I need to. We didn't ask for this tragedy, and if it didn't happen I would have still wanted to sell the house. We need this to start this new life we've been forced into, this insane altered reality. I know God led us to a buyer so quickly, so why am I so sad?