the view from your room

I took photos of your house, the home where I grew up the day after you died.  I knew I would most likely never be back inside.  I used to think it would bother me to have the house sold, now I know it is just a house without you in it.    I lay down on your bed and wept.  I know it has been hard on Melody and Dennis to sort through all your things.  I wish I could have stayed longer to help them.  

Things are just things, they don't mean so much to me anymore.  I miss you so much, I hope you have a nice view, wherever you are now.