The Fun Car #2

First, I never thought there would be any “blog” about the Fun Car when I went out and bought it last year.  I thought we’d just enjoy it like in my earlier post and then sell it a few months later when I realized that having it wasn’t that fun. I honestly thought, I’d regret the purchase and be embarrassed about my “little midlife crisis adventure.”  I didn’t even tell anyone we bought it for months. But it ended up being so fun, that that’s what we called it.

Anyway, now everything has changed.

The Fun Car is so much more now.  It’s memories of great times of our last summer. But also, it’s what Alex and I “do” now. Maggie and I go out to nice restaurants, and Alex and I go out for drives.

When he can tell I’m getting a little stressed out, he’ll say that we need to take the car out to get gas. Then, something happens, this little tiny boy, who I guess is a man now, changes everything.  He asks me questions, gets me to talk, gives the sweetest objective advice.  He’s a man (little boy) of few words, but the words he speaks are intentional and powerful.  He is very insightful.

He also wants to take it out when things are going well.  So we’ll go for a little drive and laugh like crazy at everything! He’ll zoom through the gears and do some sort of laugh-yell, that sounds familiar.  Maybe Bert Reynolds makes that same sound when he’s out running Buford T. Justice.  Anyway, it’s just hilarious.

So now, the Fun car is a little retreat for just Alex and me. We talk, we laugh, we hang out. We just celebrate a regular day (regular days are worth celebrating!)

It’s therapeutic. It’s a little ridiculous.

But it sure is fun.


Author: Admin

I was happily married for almost 24 years. My husband and I had were raising two children. Shortly before our 24th anniversary, Tom died suddenly of heart attack. My world stopped. With kids (ages 16 and 13) there isn't the luxury of mourning at my own pace. I had to roll up my sleeves and help each with their own grief all the while managing mine. It is very hard. I am sad that some of you may have found this blog as you are trying to navigate your own traumatic event. Let me be here for you. Grief is fickle. Just when you think you are strong enough to manage a second, a minute, an hour, Grief changes her mind and punches you in the gut. You are not alone. I'm going through it, too. I am here for you.

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