Dad's house is officially sold.
About an hour and a half after getting the news, I broke out into uncontrollable sobs. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I'm going to give myself a few days to mourn. It's almost like losing Dad all over again. Kind of. It's just weird.
My safe haven is no longer. My kitchen table chats are gone.
The house now will remain in my heart, mind and photos.
It's all so final--what I wanted, but it hurts nonetheless.
This too shall pass.