Well the day finally came, January 13th the house went on the market!  It has been a difficult road to get there, there was all the work of painting, moving furniture, packing up extra things and cleaning.  But the hardest part was unpacking and moving Robby’s bed to the garage, I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest!  I know it is just a bed, or so people tell me.  But it is such a symbol of him, that bed has seen a lot happen in the 25 years he had it.  I remember the first day he got in the bed, he looked like he owned the world.  It was his space and he loved it.  Now it is in my garage in so many pieces along with containers of his things out of the bed and I feel shattered again!!!  But now the house is on the market and there has been quite a bit of interest, but no offers yet.  It’s kinda funny, I know the idea is to sell the house so I won’t lose my equity, but I really want to stay….not an option!!!  So I spend my time now cleaning, missing Robby, cleaning, crying, being anxious to the point of panic attacks, cleaning, trying not to get too crazy, cleaning, being frustrated and cleaning!!