Goodbye Blanche

We all new it would happen one day but the old Subaru has finally taken it's last drive and is now cruising the highway in the sky with the rest of those first cars we all had. Saying goodbye was like saying goodbye to a best friend and sidekick. I grew up with that car, and she grew old with me. I will never forget driving her in circles in the cul de sac on Sevier St. learning to drive or the day Buddy put her plate on the back for me. That car was the greatest gift of love and freedom from my big brother Jon. It meant everything to me in the beginning, and in the end she was there to witness alot in my life. She was there when my mom was sick to drive me up and down the mountain and there to take me home on auto pilot the morning she died. She was there for the first road trip to see Mary and although I was alone in the car, I wasn't alone. That car, my Blanche, had such presence and personality that I never felt alone. She kept me safe, kept me healthy in many ways, and kept me moving forward. I have moved on and there will be pictures of the new wheels soon, but the old girl needed to be remembered for all she was.