After Dustin's accident it became to difficult for us to stay in the place we had called home for so long. That one moment overshadowed the 10 years of happiness, so with heavy hearts we moved to the in-laws house.The move for me was difficult for several reason but the main one was we had to give up Bubba's room. The new house brought us some comfort for it was filled with happy memories of us as a family of 4. I could picture Dustin there as if it were yesterday, hiding downstairs waiting to scare me,sitting at the bar kicking his feet,opening his presents in the living room, sliding down the stairs on his butt.I could even seem him planting his garden and sledding down the hill.Every room had a special image of Dustin,I would sit for hours "seeing him". Now because of reasons beyond our control we must move again.This time is so much harder.We will be moving into a 2 bedroom house that hold no memories of Dustin.To the neighbors we are a family of 3. I don't know how to live in a place without him or memories of him.Each room I enter is just a empty room,there is no memory of us as 4 and there never will be.Alone I sit and cry for the way it use to be.I long for those happy times as much as I do for him.The ache in me for Dusty has become as much a part of my day as combing my hair. I need him so..So as I pack,paint and move I bite my tongue hating my life as I prepare to give up another piece of my son.....................