I lost my Dad 5 years ago and my Mum Valentines day this year. I feel so up and down I think I'm fine then wham next minute the slightest thing can set me off.
I wasn't prepared for the emotional roller coaster of clearing the house, it's taken me 9 months so far (Mum left the house over a year ago). Some days I would just go and sit and cry there.
I decided I didn't want to part with the family home - not yet so it makes sense to rent, I am still not 100% sure,it's a family moving in so that is a good thing I think...
So tomorrow the final pieces of furniture are being taken by a charity and the house ie empty (apart from the loft which I just can't face!) and it's the end of an era, time to let go it feels weird as it was the place I grew up, but I feel I've been on a very long journey and it' been a hard road to walk.
Never a day goes by without thinking of my parents and I don't think that will stop, ever....