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AlmaThe light blue-gray walls are gone, and I can’t deny that it hurts. Leo painted our bedroom walls with the perfect shade. He knew I’d love that calming color, and I did. And now…like so many other things, it’s gone.
But it has to be.
The night that we got back from Lake Michigan, I asked Amos to stay over. When the time came for bed, I couldn’t bring him into my bedroom. I couldn’t sleep with Amos in a room that Leo built for me, in the bed that we conceived Love in. I simply couldn’t.
So we slept in one of the guest bedrooms and have been ever since. The guest bedroom is nice and comfortable, but it’s not my room. I can’t be afraid to sleep in my room.
The truth is, I’ve barely slept in it since the funeral. I started sleeping elsewhere in the house until the thought of going
