Angels

Don't they look like angels? I have been having a hard time lately. My tears are right on the surface but don't want to spill over. I am trying to keep busy so I don't think about my dad being gone. Whenever I call my mom, it makes me think of him even more. The family is getting ready to go to the Snowflake home and clean it out. I don't know if I am ready. Wyatt has suggested several times that we go and see the house, I can't bring myself to do it. Knowing that everything in that house is all that is left of him is hard. The other day, for a split second, I wanted to call him and ask him a cooking question, then I had to remind myself that he isn't here to ask anymore.