Sizzlling Car

I have been driving my daughters' dream car on and off (mostly on) since she graduated college and left for Africa and the Peace Corps. She paid cash for it. She loved it. She drove a 9 hour drive to and from college in this Honda Passport. When she left for Africa, it sat in the driveway - dejected and lonely. I started driving it to keep up it's spirits. And to miss Krissy less.
I had an accident in it one summer day. A truck carrying oxygen and welding tanks ran a red light coming down a hill, I was turning onto the highway....And stopped. I don't know why, I saw a blackness I said later. That truck plowed my front corner, the driver threw up after he finally stopped. It was amazing the lack of damage they said. See, I love this car.
Trips to the grandkids, journeys around the area, the soft sound of rain as I drive, the float of snowflakes in the morning, jack frost greetings...I love this car.
I walked home a couple of weeks ago, it went in for a checkup. Final analysis - not worth fixing unless you do it yourself. Which is IMpossible for a no nothing like me.
So I drove it home, figuring he said anytime between tonight and months. It started heating up, then steaming. I made it to the driveway. My neighbor kids and I sat and watched. She whistled and squealed and sighed and steamed. Then it was done.
"Pat, what are you going to do next?" I can't bury her. She deserves that, I won't think of what happens next. But I sure will remember all that happened with her. A carload of memories.