Road trip time is fast approaching, and for the first time since we've been a family, one of us is staying behind.
Turk, our beloved 2007 Dodge Caravan won't be coming with us. We sold him, to a lovely older couple who live right in town, and considered a 120,000 mile van "practically new". I know he's in a good home, with many more trips planned - but, still, it's hard to say goodbye.
The new blue van is nice. The doors open automatically, it doesn't smell like old french fries yet, there are two places to charge a cell phone - but new blue hasn't earned his keep yet. He's never carried my newborn baby home from the hospital. He wasn't here when Rico and the big kids and I took our very first road trip together - and our second, third, fourth, fifth. Turk is the one who carried us to our wedding. He single-handedly moved our entire house - even the sectional couch. He carried everything when we built our new basement. When Rico traded his convertible for a mini-van, let the kids name it, and drove it across the country just to see where I grew up, I knew he was staying for good.
Turk has so many of my favorite memories.
I am probably the only person in the world who is depressed about the fact that my husband bought a brand new car. Goodbye Turk - I miss you already.