I haven’t written.

I haven’t shared.

I felt broken when I saw it.

Why me?

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).