The Van
Pardon me while I reminisce, but you just don’t realize how cherished something is, until …
Husband dubbed it Sir Rickity. I liked to call it My Tank
& if cozy seats, doors and windows could talk, my oooooh myyyyyyy would this devoted vehicle have a story to tell.
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It was Mom and Dad’s first. And I’ll never forget the look on their faces as they pulled into our driveway waaaaaay back when to show off their purchase. Little did we realize the wear and tear, the here and there, the one more time, just ONE MORE TRIP we would continually ask from this van. And yep !! a steadfast friend we most definitely found.
In January 2015 THE VAN or Grandpa’s van as it was called became officially ours when Dad decided to buy new. Truth be told though, we borrowed and caravan-ed in it so many times, it was entwined into our everything and felt like family from the get-go.
Baseball games, dances, competitions, college move in and outs, vacations, camp outs, quick runs for fast visits, airport hello-s and farewells, you name it, that loyal sonofagun made sure we made it safely to our to and fro. But I’m pretty sure it will be the tailgates, we will remember most.
♥ oooooh, those tailgates ♥
Packed full of supplies and woo wooooooo !! enthusiasm, there we’d trek, time after time after time again … and YaY.
! ! FUN ! !
Yes. A difficult decision it was to finally part ways with our trusted cohort, but it had to be. The leaks and aches and noises became too noticeable to ignore, the energy and money to fix was not in the cards and goodbye, today we waved.
And you just don’t realize how cherished something is, until …
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