My father had a ton of books in his apartment. Tons of them, literally (not literally, but figuratively). The public library in Tewksbury is taking book donations tomorrow morning. I have plans to go to Dad’s apartment, fill up some boxes with books, and take them to the library to donate.
It is going to be tough. I haven’t been to his place since before he went into the hospital. Jen, my wife, my rock, my savior, offered to go with me. I don’t want her and her bad back trying to lift anything, but I am eternally grateful that she will be there with me.
It’s going to be tough. It’s going to suck.
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