I had to make it "not her room", because I need to be able to come to terms with the fact that MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD and keeping her room intact is not healthy for any of us. I had to make it a room that I could walk into and not feel sadness. It hurt like hell to do it, but it is not her room anymore.
Her mementos and pictures and "stuff" surround me in the office. This is now OUR room. This is the room that I will use when I am writing scholarship checks in her honor, the room I will use to write about her, the room I will use to celebrate her memory. And that makes me happy.