When I read about your selling the caravan this morning I literally shed a tear for you,
@Dutchman. It's a trite thing we often say without really meaning it, but believe me I really do feel your pain. I'm not sure I could do it, but I'm weak. I suspect you're doing what's right for you and that's what matters. I don't think I would want to have such a concrete reminder of happy times past, so I salute you for your strength. You have to concentrate on the now. The past is gone and will never come again.
I visited yesterday and found Margaret slightly weaker than the day before and not seemingly eating or drinking very much. I was warned by the nurse in charge that she might slip away at any time and I accept that I have to be ready. My son's coming to visit on Sunday so I'm taking advantage of the last burst of fine weather to finish off painting the ship lap cladding on part of the house to protect against the winter, something that Margaret was always very keen on me doing so it's a sort of homage to her. By Monday we'll likely be into autumn proper. I've tidied up the garden so after this weekend I shall devote myself to Margaret and try and visit every day (petrol stocks permitting).
Thank you for your comment about Heaven and Hell,
@Pusskins . I totally agree. I once recall being upbraided by a priest for voicing a similar thought. Too gnostic, apparently, but there you go, that's priests for you. Me, I shall continue to believe as you do that Hell is here and now; what is to come can only be Heaven.
God bless, all. Pray for me and Margaret, if you will.