We buried my mother-in-law today. She is now w/my father-in-law, who died exactly one year ago today. It felt so weird to come to their house and not have either of them greet us, and it felt really, really weird to stay in their bedroom and sleep in their bed. I almost slept downstairs but I overcame that to be with my husband, who's stuffing his feelings down so he doesn't lose it. It was a nice, private graveside service. I'm thankful for tissue boxes. We then went to church and had a picnic later. It just felt so weird. Their house will be put on the market soon. My kids want us to buy it - as if we can preserve the memories in that way. 

I know change must happen. I just wish it wasn't so painful.