the night. Quiet prayers whispered in the dark. Laughter over a silly TV show. Hands held when someone was worried or unable to sleep. Long, ordinary mornings and peaceful afternoons.
What lingers in that room is not a shadow. It is the memory of life.
So why does the idea of sleeping there feel so frightening to some?
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it’s not the bed we’re afraid of. It’s the feelings it stirs up:
Our sadness over the loss
Our own sense of emptiness
The reminder that life is fragile and time is limited
Lying down in that bed






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