I said good bye to my car tonight. My dear little car was loaded onto a wrecker and hauled away to some lonely car graveyard who knows where.
At least that’s how it is in my imagination. I really don’t know where they took it. There’s a card in my wallet somewhere that says I think, but I’m not even sure where my wallet is right now.
It was a very normal Sunday afternoon. I got a lot accomplished. I finished painting a picture for Art class next week and printed a whole stack of things in preparation for the program. I loaded a bunch of stuff into the back of my car to return to people. Then I went and got ready to go to the singing tonight. I was waiting on Matt and Paul to leave and working on editing a story for Larry when Matt rushed in and was trying to make copies but the copier didn’t work so he was like “get in the car, we’re leaving”. We were already almost late, so I dashed out through the rain and slid into the passenger seat and Matt hopped into the back. Paul was driving.
It was raining, just like it has every day recently. Everything was normal. We came to the road to turn in to the church house. A snow plow was coming the other way, and we waited to turn. I started to ask “is it supposed to snow or what?” When there was a loud crash
“What was that?” I asked
I turned to look at Matt who was brushing glass out if his hair.
“We just got read ended,” he said.
I just said “oh”
That’s literally how it went. We just had a nice calm conversation.
I stopped breathing for a minute as we headed straight for the snow plow but just in time Paul turned and we went into the ditch instead.
The snow plow kept going. Paul hit the 4-ways and all three of us leaped out if the car. We ran back toward the truck that hit us but they didn’t get out or open the window or anything so we just stood there a bit uncertainly. None of us had ever been in an accident before and none of us had any idea what to do.
I noticed the bumper of my car laying in the middle of the road and ran out to pull it off. By that time another car had stopped. It was a nurse who talked to the people in the truck and made sure everyone was ok. By that time the family started to show up. Sharon and Dv had been walking into church and saw it happen. They got mom and dad and cam flying down. Leon and Lena showed up a minute later. It was still pouring rain and Lena helped me gather all the stuff in my car that was getting wet and load it into their vehicle.
Leon was like, “just get in until it stops raining.” So we did. Probably 5 minutes later the rain stopped and we clambered back out. Joey had showed up at some point and was directing traffic. Dad and the nurse had both called 911. My poor car was still there in the ditch. Half on the road and half off.
About this time I realized I wasn’t wearing my glasses so I went looking for them. They were laying in the floor if the car, apparently having flown off my face. The back of my seat was also broken from Matt slamming into it. My guess is he’ll be a bit sore tomorrow
People began to congregate in the normal southern way. It was dark and wet and chilly but there were at least 10 vehicles stopped and probably 30 people standing around in groups. We waited for at least 30 minutes before the police showed up. It took another hour or so before they were done with all the paper work and had my car loaded up on the wrecker. By this time the singing was long over and groups of church people were showing up to stand with us. I didn’t cry when it happened but as I stood and watched them load up the car, I wanted to cry. My car had been a good friend. We’ve made a lot of good memories together and had many adventures.
I didn’t cry though. There were too many people around and I don’t like sympathy. They sympathized anyhow. Sharon knows me too well and asked me if I’m feeling sad. So I had to admit that I was. I looked for the sticker I had on the back window thinking I could maybe salvage that but I didn’t find it.
I also forgot to get the little cross that hangs in the front of my car. I wish I wouldn’t have. I don’t want to go get it because I’m pretty sure if I did see my car again now I would cry.
But anyhow. I’m at home in my bed. My back feels a little weird and my neck hurts. Matt and Paul are sore but safe. We have so much to be thankful for.
I feel a bit adrift and a bit lonely. Like I just lost another friend. But also a bit unsettled like maybe it wasn’t very nice of me to let that happen to my car
The poor thing.
The situation called for some tea and toast. I needed something to help me relax.😁
I have a headache.