Friday, November 19, 2010
Getting Ready to Say Goodbye...
...to my car. It's just stuff... things I can't take to Heaven with me. It's broken, won't move, has issues, and is just taking up space in the driveway. The sentimental value, though, is what is so hard for me. Daddy let me pick this car out. He bought it for me when I was in college. I loved that car.
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Aww I totally understand you. My first one was my grandma's first and I was sad to sell it.
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. Did I ever tell you that not only was mine my inheritence (sp???), my dad died in my car? I know it's a little creepy, but I always loved that car. I cried a little when I got out of it for the last time.
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