Today I am sharing a personal message. A piece of my life is shifting.
Dear Friend, It has been a long journey together. Since 1993 you have shared my life, seen it all, and been there to support me. What a ride we have had together.
I remember the first time I saw you. My son, Patrick, was an expert in finding and negotiating the best car he could find for me. There you were. Your silver shine with a beautiful depth, and luxurious leather seats. A special sound system that could become a concert hall or a jazz club with the click of a button. And a smooth, silent engine that sometimes had me guessing whether you were running or not. My 1993 Acura Vigor. An all-time classic in the making.
Today your shine has dulled from years of sitting in the sun and rain. Your leather seats have held up well. They only have a few cracks and are still comfortable. The sound system broke long ago, but it was for the best. I prefer to drive with my own thoughts or to share them only with you, my silent friend, my dear car.
You have given me your all. You have taken me from your maiden drive to over 280,000 miles. And you have been supportive and reliable all the way. 22 years we have shared.
The early years were very busy. Shortly after you arrived some of our personal challenges began. There was a time when we had 4 drivers all vying to use you. Corinne, Patrick and Lauren and I had to share you. We were dropping each other off and you were almost always on the road. I think you clocked 50,000 miles that year. You never complained.
You took me to the hospital during Corinne’s last days. I remember sliding into your seat and still sensing Corinne right there with us. You witnessed lots of tears. You helped me be brave when I loaded you up with all my belongings and started life again after my marriage had fallen apart. You moved me to Southern California to transition to a new era of my life. You took me on countless dates for 15 years as a single woman. And YES, we shared lots of laughs over some of those dates.
Strangely, I always felt that you were there for me. You were reliable and got me where I needed to be. I got into the habit of saying a prayer of gratitude whenever I got into the driver’s seat. “Thank you for being here for me. Thank you for being so reliable, and beautiful. Thank you for being part of my life and reminding me that God is here and always with me.” While there were a few repairs, you were the most amazing car I have ever had. You didn’t get out of alignment. You never left me in a difficult spot. You truly deserved the gratitude that I offered.
You were my symbol of God being with me through the biggest crisis events in my life. Your sunroof allowed me to see the heavens above, and the beauty of nature along the way. I never gave up. I always knew that spirit was guiding my way, and you would take me there.
Now, it is hard to say goodbye. We all get older over time, and things don’t work as well as they once did. Unfortunately, I can’t get the parts to keep you running reliably. I’m coming to terms with the fact that my own parts are wearing down as well. I can still service mine and keep them going for (hopefully) quite some time. But it is a different matter for your parts.
I didn’t think it would be this hard to let you go. I have a new husband to be here with me and dry my tears. I have wonder and joy in my life. You brought me to a good place, full of hope and vision. Yet when I saw that you would go to a “local dismantler”, I fell apart.
I pledge to you. Nothing of our past together will be dismantled. I will honor all that we learned together. I will continue to love and trust and be grateful each day for all the good around me. You will always be a symbol of God’s love. Forever.