It is the Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. We planned to gather, as a family, at my parents’ house to begin the process of determining what will be kept, sold, and thrown out; and to assess the repairs required before the house can be put on the market next year. However, an early taste of winter has caused us to cancel our plans due to road conditions (they lived two hours northwest of the city where my brothers and I all live). With a mixture of relief and an unresolved need to begin the process of closure, I am re-posting an updated version of what was, at the time of its original writing, a premature tribute to my father. The sentiment, now relevant, remains. His library is one of my major concerns.
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I imagine someone’s library to be the hardest thing to deal with after they’ve gone. Fortunately, as my father lost the ability to read after his strokes, my mother had already disposed of his books by the time he finally left us. Good luck when you finally have to deal with this – it will be difficult, I’m sure. x
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Thanks. The books that both of my parents had (and kept) say so much. Of course so would mine. Though mine would speak to an obsessive eccentric book buyer I’m afraid!
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It’s so hard, isn’t it? I packed almost all of my parents’ books into boxes but I know I can’t keep them.
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I’m afraid that sentimentality will force me to keep more than I can or should. My mother still had secondhand paperbacks that we both read when I was a teenager (espionage and historical novels) and my father had classic English literature that introduced me to so much at the same formative time. But much will go to the charity sales in the spring. I just have to get it home from their place (2 hours away). There’s a car full just with books!
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Loving compassionate eulogy. Thank you.
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