So right now, I'm in the process of getting the house ready to sell. Part of that is "de-personalizing." Apparently it's better not to have your personal family pictures up on the walls, so the prospective buyers can picture themselves there, rather than just seeing you.
So tonight I'm packing Cora's shelf. I hate putting it away. The other pictures...well...I have the rest of my family HERE every day to look at, so that's not really a big deal.
But it's so sad to me. Her whole life fits into one small box.
There's the added emotion of moving further away again. It's not just time that separates us, it'll be another few hundred miles as well, and it's amazing how much that hurts.
