No matter where I turn in this house, I can't escape the torrent of 17 years of memories that flood my mind. I see him everywhere. I suppose that should be comforting, but I find that all I feel is a raw, overwhelming emptiness. I found myself at one point today trying to hide out in the bathroom just for a few moments of sanity - but realized his toothbrush was still in the holder by the sink and fell apart yet again.