A BROKEN HEART

oh, this hurts so much.  My beloved Dad's Jimmy is broken.  I have been crying for a week since it happend.

I mean sobbing.

On the way to Denver a week ago, in the canyon, I spun out on black ice.  In a blink of an eye,  the car did 2 360's and it smashed into the guard rail. Hard.  Despite the damage, the headlights, turn signals, etc all worked.  With the help of an angel named Buck who stopped to see if I was okay, he wired the one headlight up and I got back on the highway and went to Denver to pick up my girls and return back to Glenwood.  I never got his last name, but he was so helpful.. a passing Angel.

NOW my intention is to get the Jimmy repaired.  And it will BE.  Even if the car insurance people have "totaled" the car. That's their world, but not in my world.  I am bringing this car back to life. 

I have never been so attached to a "thing" in all my life, until NOW.  This Jimmy is my link with my Dad who passed away.  Since he's been gone, I have missed him terribly.  But when I am driving in his car, he is sitting right beside me.  So with the money I get from the pay out from the "totaled" car, I will restore this car back to it's old wonderful self with the help of family who I am eternally grateful.  This 1994  Jimmy with only 101,000 miles still has a lot of life left in him and we still have a long ways to go together.

In today's throw away society, I am not willingly to toss out this car.  I am doing the reuse recycle restore

theory and keeping the memory of my Dad's spirit alive and smiling as we journey on down the road.

I promised Dad.

And I know Dad is smiling with me right NOW.

This will be our next ART project, Dad and me.

ta