Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I drove you home from Alberta in a snow storm and yet I felt safe with your cozy seats and airbags. I knew that you were a special gift from my grandfather and that you would always be loved and cherished.
We took you camping and filled you to the brim with stuff and you didn't complain.
We drove you through the night into Saskatchewan to see a concert and picked up all manner of prairie bugs along the way. It took months to scrape the carcasses off of you.
Every time we wanted to move, we put our favourite electronics in your back seat and transferred them to our new home.
When I didn't know what my future held for me, your Manitoba license plates always reminded me where home really was.
Even though I could barely touch the pedals, I still tipped your steering wheel up over my pregnant belly and you drove me where I needed to go.
You carefully chauffeured our most precious cargo home from the hospital... twice...
Your engine lulled our children to sleep on countless occasions and gave us some much needed peace and quiet.
You were safe and reliable and a wonderful part of our family.
And even though you were getting old and we were frustrated with your doors not working properly and the enormous amount of money you were starting to cost us, we still tried to keep you around as long as possible.
Saying good bye to you today was like saying good bye to my grandfather all over again.
Team LT now has a new car.
Sorry for the terrible photos. It was dark when we got home and all I had with me was my phone.
May our "new to us" Ford Focus Wagon be as treasured and wonderful as our Grand Prix. *fingers crossed*