After my dad died 3 and a half years ago I have lived in my childhood home. It's a beautiful house but it is hard to live in the place my mum and dad lived and in many ways it keeps my grief alive.
At the same time I can't ever conceive of selling it!
Aibu to feel like this? Now on a rainy spring evening in put in mind of thousands of evenings like this from my childhood and it's comforting but also odd.