So much for the faint hope clause
June 25/14. Sold Al’s tuck today. Just didn’t make sense to keep it. One driver, multiple vehicles: insurance, registration, oil changes. Had to go and get the battery boosted this spring cause I just didn’t start it enough this winter. Actually a pain in the butt, another task on the list. Much better to be rid of it.
But Al loved that truck. It was the nicest truck he ever owned and somehow, in the depths of my hopes and dreams, longing for a miracle that would never come, I always imagined something amazing happening, an awakening, an understanding, a cure! And he would know that I never gave up because I held onto that damn truck.
But of course there are no miracles in our future, no cures, no drugs, no surgeries, no therapies, no wishes…and no need for a truck. Another luxury we just don’t need and can’t afford.
I had quite a cry for one more loss, one more thing I have taken away from him. Al came home. Didn't notice. Money in the bank and I guess that's good.