There was a death in my family. That death was a car. My first car, to be precise. Her name was Louise, a 2001 Chevy Malibu.
I loved her.
It's silly, perhaps, to lament the passing of a vehicle. For all her quirks and foibles, for all the near misses and near disasters, I still loved that car. She had her duct tape patches, her strange stains and scratches and to be sure, plenty of hilarious bumper stickers.
She was my car, and I will miss her.
Good bye, Louise.