Years ago when I was very, very young. I remember my grandmother selling her old upright piano because she got a new one. I remember the man loading it into his pickup and tying it securely. Grandma watching the whole time and weeping. Asking why she was crying she said something silly and went on. Only until I got older did I understand why she was crying.
After several conversations I was convinced to say goodbye to my Hooptie. I LOVE my Hooptie. Bad paint and all. Lots of miles and ABS problems convinced those close to me that maybe it was time. I wasn't fully convinced. But I caved. After I caved, I wept silently just like grandma that day she sold her piano. I love my Hooptie. I love every little noise it made, I loved that there are 3 identical Hoopties like mine in town. Mine was special. It had aged imperfectly like me . We had a lot in common. We had security of knowing each other's moods and still accepting with unconditional love. I feel like I just buried my only friend in the whole wide world. I so miss my Hooptie. This day has been stressful. I think Hubby is ready to commit me.