Farewell to a Friend

 

Goodbye to the drive of a lifetime. Photograph: J Gerald Crawford
Goodbye to the drive of a lifetime. Photograph: J Gerald Crawford

I CHERISHED YOU from the moment we met.

You were the beautiful new silver car of my dreams, a gift from my husband in 1999.

The first time that I drove you, I entered the parking lot of Evangel Christian Academy where I taught second grade.

Behind us was a colleague.

Her sixteen year old son was behind the wheel.

Bobby had recently received his driver’s license.

He was excited and nervous.

As he pulled in the driveway behind you, he barely missed your bumper.

The incident became a private joke between student and teacher.

Years passed.

Bobby graduated high school, joined the Army, served as Military Police in Iraq , returned home, attended college, married.

Bobby and his wife, Ashley, had three children.

Sixteen years later, I was still driving you .

Thoughts of our 110,500 miles together, to Florida beaches, Colorado Mountains, to the Native American Art Market in Santa Fe, and to Ruidoso Downs Racetrack flood our memories.

Faye Crawford on the beach of Sandestin, Florida. Photograph: J Gerald Crawford
Faye Crawford on the beach of Sandestin, Florida. Photograph: J Gerald Crawford

You listened to the noise and laughter of our four grandchildren as you transported them from the hills of Alabama to the Texas plains.

Never did you complain.

You didn’t have a scratch or dent.

…UNTIL last Friday.

As we drove over the bridge toward home, we watched a multi-colored car come around the curve of the service road.

The green light indicated that we had the right-of-way.

We continued rolling.

The traffic light was red for the oncoming car.

The driver stopped.

Then… all of a sudden, she accelerated and pulled out in front of us.

We dodged.

To no avail.

Collision.

Front fenders and wheels locked together.

Our green light was still shining.

You, my safe, dependable, well-maintained S 70 Volvo, were totaled.

Our visions that you would outlive us and be displayed as classic vintage came to an end.

People say, “Oh well, you were not injured, your car can be replaced.”

Wrong.

You cannot be replaced.

Good-bye, loyal friend.

Tears roll down our cheeks as we watch your tail lights disappear into the sunset.

 

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