It has now officially been one year since my cousin Teresa was killed in a car accident. The accident was the fault of the other driver, who was also killed. My two cousins, Teresa’s sisters, were both hurt and one needed to stay in the hospital for weeks. I should spend today mourning, but instead, I spend it in a day of celebration – tinged with sadness. Teresa was beautiful, wonderful – I celebrate her life, I do not mourn it. And I am grateful to the lessons she has left us all to ponder.
Okay, I said I wasn’t going to write about my car anymore. I’m not, not really. I’m writing about my Mom’s car. Before any of you ‘tards comment: No, I did not crash it. I didn’t end up in the ditch or anything horrible. I got to work fine, with a small mishap.
It’s called “Getting out of the driveway.” Shut up and don’t laugh. I’m a perfectly capable driver, but right now I’m a capable driver who has nerves of spaghetti and I knew today was going to be all sorts of problems!
I remember being so excited about this car. The AC worked, it smelled brand new, was clean as clean can be, was in perfect condition. It even had a nice little thingie on the keychain so I never had to worry about frozen locks ever again.
I will miss you, car
This part of my car hit the rocks first. See the gas tank?? ZOMG. /relief!
…and reality is sinking in.
Now that the relief of surviving and being passed up by Death has begun to wane, I realize that there are a slew of problems that have come about due to my car accident Tuesday.
PS: This is what I was listening to when I crashed.
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I remember being so excited about this car. The AC worked, it smelled brand new, was clean as clean can be, was in perfect condition. It even had a nice little thingie on the keychain so I never had to worry about frozen locks ever again.
