It’s the end of the world as I know it and I am not sure that I will be fine. It has been over a year since my husband was killed by a drunk driver and I know that it is time to move on with my life. I am sure that I will never stop missing him and will love him for the rest of my life, but it is time to pack up his things and list the house for sale.

I just can’t stand the thought of our house being listed in the paper under houses for sale. They really should have a category called homes for sale, because this is not just a house. This is the home that the two of us built together for ourselves and for our two children. It is a home full of memories and when I am in it, it is as if he never left me.

I know that I need to sell it because I have not been able to spend a single night there without him. I know that I need to find another home for me and my children. We need one that does not remind us of everything that we once had and have lost forever. It is time to start again and though it does feel like the end of the world, I know we’ll be fine.