I leased my car--a 2006 Honda Civic--just days before my Grandpa Bill passed away. The car I was driving previously--a '97 Civic--was quickly begining to show its age and each time I'd turn my key in the ignition, I'd sigh in relief. Honestly, I didn't know how much more the old dame had in her, yet she always surprised me with one more trip, one more day. Still, I felt guilty making plans to lease a new car when, technically, the old one was still running--and the body wasn't in such bad shape either. Had I given up too easily? As my grandfather lay in a hospital bed struggling to breathe on this, his last Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thanksgiving Thursday--my grandmother by his side--neither one of them was ready to call it quits.
I remember driving to work that Tuesday morning before trading in my car, holding the steering wheel a bit more lovingly, offering gratitude for our safe travels into thin air. On Thanksgiving Day, with my fingertips resting on the back of my grandfather's papery hand, I hoped that my touch expressed my appreciation for all the games of chase around the dining room table, Happy Meals, trips to Jennings Beach, soft-serve cones from Carvel, and spending money slipped into just because greeting cards.
My grandfather passed away early on Friday morning with my grandmother still by his side, exhausted from recounting the last 50+ years of their life together. In my garage sat a shiny new car, just 15 miles on the odometer. Out with the old, in with the new. I named the new car Bill, knowing he would have appreciated the pun.
So last week, when the lease on that '06 Civic came to an end and I turned in Bill to the dealer, I couldn't help but feel another twinge of sadness over letting go. This time, however, I wasn't bringing home a shiny new toy. Instead, we are going to have a run at beign a one-car family, saving us money and reducing our carbon footbrint for sure. It hasn't been very long, but Bill's absence is starkly apparent. I'm sure my grandmother agrees.
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