goodbye to miss daisy

I donated Miss Daisy today. Thirteen years (with me; I got her when she was four), 217,000 miles, so many long drives to schools and conferences and bookstores and soccer games and vacation destinations and camping and canoeing trips and family trips to Mississippi and back, so many sheltering rides in good times and bad, and all the times inbetween.

Thank you, Miss Daisy. It was so hard to let you go. At first I couldn't watch -- I came back inside. I burst into tears. I grabbed my camera. I could at least stand watch as you left, wave goodbye one last time, blow kisses, tell you it would be all right, and honor your passing.

I let go the last piece of my old life when you wagged down the road away from me. Maybe that's what the tears are for. You will be just fine. May you teach some young folks how to refurbish a grand old dame. May you find a home with someone who really needs you, the way I really needed you, lo these many years.

Go gently, old girl. All is well.

5 comments:

  1. She was a good ol' gal. I have fond memories of riding in the back. Farewell, Miss Daisy!

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  2. She sure was. Those were good times. I'm glad you knew her. :> xo

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  3. Deborah,
    I recently met you at the Shenandoah Children's Conference in Virginia. I love reading your posts on One Pomegranate. We recently got a new kitchen table. The old one was 17 years old...the first piece of furniture that my husband and I bought together after we got married. The finish was worn to the bare wood and a couple of the chairs were broken being held together with wood glue and rubber bands. It was time for a new one. The old table moved with us four times, had been the center of countless family dinners, booster chairs surrounded it, stories were told around it, homework assignments completed, we gathered for family meetings as well as for birthday celebrations. We moved it to the basement. I didn't have the heart to completely get rid of it because my four children were very upset that we were getting a new table. The day the new table came, my son ate his breakfast and lunch that day in the basement. It is only a table, a piece of furniture, but oh the memories, good memories that all took place around that table.

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  4. so the big quesiton is - did you get something FUN to replace Daisy with??

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  5. Oh, I love the story of the kitchen table! Thanks so much for sharing it, vanealon. I love that your son ate there the next day, too. Yes, what memories. So glad you kept it.

    Kathy, I'm not sure what I'm getting yet. We bought a Town & Country for Jim last year and I'm driving it until I find a Daisy replacement. Jim's van has 211K on it, but he's not nearly as attached to it as I am/was to Daisy.

    I'm looking for another used car, though.

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