Goodbye West… An Ode to An Old Friend
It’s really sad to say goodbye to a dear old friend — whether that friend is a person or a thing. West was not just a car to us, he was family. We gave him a name because he was important. There was even a time I was jealous of him because my husband spends more time with him than with me. I’m sure this kind of jealousy is familiar to many women (*wink).
Being emotionally involved with your first family car is reasonable and to some point, normal. We actually tried to not to be too dependent on West because being an old car, he was sometimes unreliable that getting him a decent auto warranty was quite impossible. Practically speaking, it was wise to let him go since a large chunk of our family budget was spent for endless maintenance cost.
However, having West as our first family car was indeed worth it. We had a lot of fun memories riding him. I wish West would read this post know how much we valued him, and how much sad we were for letting him go. The truth is I’m the saddest because West already left us but I still don’t know how to drive.
For West, I’m sure my friend would take care of you just like we did. Take care of them too. To you old friend, this is our ode.











