This move has been harder on me than I thought,I try not to let on to anybody but its starting to get to me.As I look around this house I can't help but cry.There are no memories of my little man anywhere.I can't even feel him here.I am truly alone.I see this place as shelter from the cold not a home.To me home is where your family is and Dustin.....well he hasn't made it here yet.I've tried to stay busy so I don't think of it but I can only do so much before I need a break.Today was picture hanging day...I didn't know it would be so emotional.I sat sorting the pictures out and Dustin's pile stops..Robyn's pile continues to grow and I can no longer pair it up with one of his..How am I going to do this for the rest of my life? How do I learn to live, when all I want is the past?