This may explain why I am feeling fragile at the moment.
Paws passion was his books.
Link that to his conversion to Catholicism 20 years ago and it is not hard to see the reasons behind a rather good library of Bible commentaries, books by eminent theologians and books with nice dustjackets (actually I made that last one up)
So not the sort of books you trundle along to your average Oxfam bookshop.
I have at last found a home for these, a Seminary where the two deacons at his church did their training , so today I have emptied a full height bookcase in the study and filled 5 big boxes for the seminary, two boxes of “lighter” books, Nicky Gumbel, Rabbi Lionel Blue etc, for something called The Well at our local Hospice, and one box of books which the Deacons have chosen. Oh and a box of Bibles, missals and similar stuff. They are being picked up tomorrow.
I know I am doing the right thing and I am sure that if we had discussed this while he was alive he would have approved, but I have cried for most of the last 2 days and am now a snivelling wreck. These were as much a part of him, if not more so, than personal items like clothes.
It is so HARD to say this protracted Goodbye. Perhaps I have done it too soon, but once started I have to go through with it.
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I have not made any changes to the other 8 full height bookcases or the two walls of floor to ceiling books - History, politics, biography and nor will I. This house without Paw’s books just wouldn’t be our home.
Feeling better for sharing that and after an evening at a live streamed Macbeth from Covent Garden with friends.
Thank you for your patience. ?