That's what happened to me. After my fiancee died of cancer I got on every TDY I could get on. So for a year and a half I was away from home more than I was home. It wasn't that I felt it was haunted, but I had a very hard time trying to change anything, and any sound in the house would make me look for her, which would immediately remind me of my lose. My health and my lack of taking care of the house and yard diminished to the point I felt that had to get away. I miss that house greatly, but it was never my house, it was our house.I hear ya. I had a friend and fellow officer whose wife and new baby died. He never went back home. Others packed up a few things and stored them for him.
If my wife dies I'm not sure I'd be able to stay here anymore.
It's funny how loss affects us. Some cant let stuff go, some cant look at it again.
Sorry for your loss. Memories are the most precious things we collect in our lives.
I think you need to mow that lawn!Cocktail hour? Thanks for the invite.
I think you need to mow that lawn!