Life goes on and so shall I

This is Luna, my Chevy Lumina.  I usually call her Luna my Love, and recently I haven't had a very upbeat loving tone. She is kinda Broken!  

Because I don't know if I will be keeping her I have been thinking a lot about Luna's former owner. Many of you don't know that Luna was my Grampa's car.

He died Christmas 2008.  I remember my dad waking me up Christmas morning, which if you may realize is odd because I am the child who should be bouncing off the walls to open presents bright and early Christmas morning. 

Dad had been crying, I could tell, and I wasn't sure what to think at first.  I had to be dreaming still because my dad doesn't cry on Christmas morning!

When my dad spoke, his voice surprised me, I had never heard such sadness from him.  He told me Grampa had passed away early that morning in Nevada.  I hugged him tight and we cried together for a minute.  I got out of bed and we went into the living room and talked more in detail. 

It was a sad day that I will never forget. 

The holiday's weren't really "Holly" that year.  We all tried to be cheery and supportive.  The whole family was in town, Grama, all of her kids and their family as well as all my sisters and their kids.  We talked about Grampa a lot and reminisced about all the great times.  Plans were made and immediate family flew up to Montana for the memorial services.  We held our own here in Arizona which consisted of food and stories for days before everyone left.  Mom and I stayed in Arizona while Dad flew up with the family.

I didn't really feel like it was over, but January turned into February and everyone kept moving forward.  I was in the need of a car, my dad thought it would be good for me to have Grampa's car.  So the last week in March my dad and I flew up to Montana to purchase Grampa's car from Grama and to see how she was doing. 

Walking into the house and not hearing Grampa call out from the kitchen was spooky.  I wasn't really sure what to expect other then a lack of Grampa.  Dad took me out front to see the car, inside & out.  I remember sitting in the drivers seat and just looking around.  It smelled like Grampa, there were coffee stains on the floor and dash board from his daily dose.  And it hit me, Grampa was really gone.

I started to cry softly, I really didn't want my dad to see.  (he would probably join me and then it would have been a cry fest!)

I was so thankful for that moment. That was my good bye.  I thought I had had days of goodbyes but really I was just sharing those moments of morning with my family.

Lately I feel like I am loosing him again.  Which is silly I know but I wont be able to think of him when I'm driving because something silly reminded me of him. I am really going to miss Luna, and all the memories she helped me remember!

On a more happy note, I am having a pretty good time test driving cars.  My Aunt Eileen has been introducing me to all kinds of new things.  Including the amazing car featured below. Yes I did get to ride shot gun in this beauty! Aunt Eileen drove and let me tell you it was Awesome!!

Life goes on and so shall I! Thanks for reading!