Having a hard time again this morning. She was all I could think about before I fell asleep and has been on my mind all morning.

It’s strange how something as simple as her house being gone makes such a difference. I don’t think it would be as painful if I could just go and sit in her living room and watch tv; or sit in the small room; or, most importantly sit in the kitchen.

But everything’s gone. That place doesn’t exist any more and even though I’ve got a lot of the stuff from there here, it’s not the same. Out of the context of her house; it’s just a table.