Remembering You Fondly

This post is dedicated to my beloved 1992 Jeep Wrangler, who passed before his time. He didn't make it to 100,000 miles, as I was sure he would. Yesterday, my husband called to inform me that "the Jeep won't be down for breakfast". Is it strange that I shed tears?

I will miss you, dear Jeep, especially on hot summer days. I will miss your rotted-out floor. I will miss the driver's side door which opened only from the outside...and the passenger side door which opened only from the inside. I will remember fondly the license plate which alluded to an old nursery rhyme. I will miss your sputtering and rattling.

Goodbye old friend. You served us well.