Dear Dani: I miss you, I'm sorry, I miss you, I'm so sorry. Why couldn't I go with you?
I have been refusing to make this post since it happened. The family joke from the day I got Dani is that if she went, I went. I would die when she did. And I poured everything I had into making sure she did not. I poured everything I had into that car. The joke was that I would stop paying for repairs when she needed an engine rebuild, and even then, probably not. I'd probably rebuild it. We traded suffering. She drove me when I needed to cry and scream at night, and I suffered sweat and financial costs when she had some issue on the way to the beach. I was so, so, so stupidly in love with that car. My pride and joy. Notice the past tense? Tell me you see where this is going, because I want to cry writing this without even saying the words. I always thought if Dani were to leave me, it would be in the kind way. One final wheeze to the beach and back, and I could let her g...