My beautiful and spunky niece Alexa died in June of 2008 (as an aside, four-year-olds should never die). Since Alexa left us, I have not been able to sleep in her room while visiting my sister and her family. I have felt like I'm displacing her spirit or diluting her scent or something. I don't know. It has caused some logistical issues the past two years since it is the only available bedroom. My sister and her husband have been totally understanding and we joke about me not being up to "the Alexa Challenge." They have always moved my nephew Zachary into their room and allowed me to crash in his room.
On this most recent visit, however, I forced myself to rise to the task. It seems way more convenient for them (I'm not taking over Zack's office, for example) and I knew they would not want their kiddo in their room (Zack had been on a business trip and they hadn't had much alone time in the past chunk of time. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge). So, even though I still kept all of my belongings outside in the hallway, I successfully rose to challenge (and dreamed of her every night).
Tonight I recorded a minute of "silence" in Alexa's room.