Me in March of 2008 with a belly full of Caedmon and keys to my new Mom-mobile.
What happens when someone runs a red light and hits your car going between 50 and 65 miles an hour.
Is it silly to get emotional over a car? I know it is. I especially know it is when myself and the three people I love who were riding in the car with me are all okay. But it’s going to take a while. I’m still processing. I knew when we left the CR-V in Lemoore, there was a good chance I wouldn’t see it again. I also know it’s for the best, but it’s still sad.
It was the first car I bought on my own. I did it six months pregnant with a deployed husband, and I even managed to haggle for a better price. And I think part of me feels like it was a little piece of my life in Jacksonville that’s gone. It’s sad. So I thought I would take a minute to say goodbye to a material thing that served it’s purpose well. Thanks for protecting my family, little green CR-V.