I haven’t written.
I haven’t shared.
I felt broken when I saw it.
Why my car?
Why would they run and leave this for me?
How do I tell my family that my grandfather’s car is gone?
I cannot deal with this alone.
Lucky for me I didn’t have to work it out all on my own. My husband (my new husband) helped. He handled the insurance. He told me it was all going to work out. I believed him, and now we are the proud owners of the quintessential mommy car, a mini van (proud after I got over having to drive a mini van).