She came to us as a gift of grace a year and a half ago after I totaled Beulah the Minivan of Love in a head-on collision. She came with no promises because she was old and had some issues. Sometimes the kids and Mr. Lime made fun of her because she was rusty, her head liner was saggy, her doors were hard to open and close, and she made funny sounds. I always responded with the statement, "Well, I am very thankful for this van you think is a heap of junk. She's my Gracie." I truly was, because when I was in need there she was. She served us well while she was with us. She kept on going even after the big doe ran into her path and mashed her up. I was hoping to replace the banged in parts but that is not to be. RIP, Gracie. I hope you have a place of honor in the junkyard.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Say Goodnight, Gracie
I want to thank each and every one of you who has left kind words, offered prayers, sent good energy. It's been a rough few days. No real news yet as to the cause. We don't care much for the neurologist we saw in the ER. We are trying to get in with another one and still get the necessary testing done in the meantime. Mr. Lime has rides to work and felt well enough to go in today. Calypso made it through school on Monday but came home early today. Since some folks asked for updates I will give them as we have anything to report. I am deeply grateful for the support so many of you have offered.