As December 1st rolls in, a heavy weight on my heart and soul suddenly becomes clearer to my minds' eye.

I recall the words of one of my closest friends, "Try not to judge it by the month; you'll only kick yourself down again and again-instead, focus on the year. It'll do you less harm. And you won't feel depressed and sad so much." He's right...November slipped through my thoughts. Five months since that fateful day...and with a heavy heart...the last two or so weeks of my life in this house of nineteen years will come to a close.

I still walk around the house and see glimmers of history; I see the dogs laying on the floor, or crying at the door, I can see the old gym equipment still collecting dust, and the old furniture we got rid of still sitting there, earning use. Our house is sold...come a few days after Christmas, it will no longer be my home. Christmas will be both a time of fondness with family, togetherness as one, and of sorrow and grieving.

Forgive me if I sound like a broken record repeatedly bringing up the loss in my family. The only manner of grief I've ever had to deal with before was the loss of a pet...this is much more soul crushing. And I handle my grief in my own way, as does everyone else in life.

If you read this far, just reading my vent, thank you. Sometimes, people just need to vent.