These last few weeks were sort of our steps to acceptance. We had to clean up the house for the buyer. We had to move furniture, we had to clean out the closets, we had to clean up the garden, ... We had to throw away all this stuff, with such great memories. I didn't know how much anger, pain and grief I still had left in me, since he died in June 2012. It made it all so very real.
I packed my things and I took one last look at the house. There were some tears rolling over my cheeks, I stepped into the car and decided I would never ever go back there.
My hero is gone and I will never get him back. It's such a cliché, but I will try to make him proud.
I miss him!
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