He threw himself in the backseat and let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll miss you girl.”
I adjusted the rear view mirror to see that he had not taken off his backpack nor had he put on his seat belt yet. His head was rested on the cold morning fall glass and his fingers delicately traced the details of the door panel. When he was a toddler, he had a sneaky sticker collection there from apples and bananas that he snatched from the grocery store and of course, from the many wonderful nurses and dental hygienists who always gave stickers to their bravest patients.
I smiled thinking of maid of honour’s speech at our wedding 14 years ago. She wrote a “Top Ten Ways To Be A Good Husband…or to Survive Me” I can’t remember what the title was but it was absolutely brilliant and hilarious. Anyways, one of the ways was to always have a box of tissues on hand because I am emotional. I have my heart on my sleeve and I cry unexpectedly and when I do, it’s always a flood gate. It is so damn true. Commercials, drinking, movies, someone sends me a card in the mail, someone gives me their extra time on their parking meter, a beautiful scene in nature, watching a stranger’s wedding proposal, just because my body feels like it needs to….
It was only natural that I’d have a child who would feel just as deeply as I do.
That he’d cry about letting go of our car.
I did too. So much. After all, we have had Her since 2007.
When we found out that we were pregnant, we knew that we needed a bigger car. I fell in love with this one immediately. She was sturdy.
She brought the most important thing home safely –
She was our home away from home when colic set in and she took me all over the city when I needed to escape my postpartum head with the radio blaring. She caught fists with the steering wheel, muffled swears with the windows, and caught tears in the fabric of the seat.
She always drove me safely home.
She drove me to my psychiatrist when I needed help.
To the hospital.
To friends, to family, and celebrations.
And the adventures we have had….
Traveling near and far, and getting utterly lost in Quebec.
Sitting in the rain, the snow, eating on the fly, spilling coffee, slushies, ice cream.
Traveling to hockey, baseball…
“She’s been good to us Mama.”
“Yes She has.”
Thanks for the good times Old Gal xoxox
**She is leaking all over the place and rusting — basically on her last leg. We got a new car and I’m very blessed and happy that we were able to get a new one… but man…I loved my gal.