I'm flying back to North Carolina on Tuesday. My brother-in-law, Tom, is flying back with me and the kids. I am planning on this being a very difficult homecoming... I will be stepping into an incomplete home. I will be facing all of Matt's belongings, facing a million memories, looking at our house pretty much the way it was left when he was still alive. I can't believe I have to pack it all up and walk away a widow. I thought we would be leaving our house together... to move on to a new and exciting place... move on to a bigger house where we could continue to grow our family. Matt wanted the perfect life for us and he worked hard for it.
Today I just feel so empty. In complete despair. Just missing him. Empty.
And there is such a long road ahead of me. But I'm just trying to take it one day at a time. At least I can count on prayer, if nothing else.