On Feb. 8, 2013 we said goodbye to our little old pick-up. Today we say good-bye again, but this time it is a little different. We said good-bye to our Cougar. To be more specific, Hubby and the Wild Child’s Cougar. Hubby bought this car when he had quite a commute every day. It was his baby, and he loved it. When my Dad first came to visit Hubby was going to the airport to pick him up and was hit. It was heartbreaking! But we got it fixed up and then he and Wild Child installed a killer sound system in it. They really bonded over that car. So much so that when she started to drive he let her drive it. Then when he realized working from home meant no one was driving it, it slowly became hers.She cared for it, shoveled the drive for it, and a few more years went by. But as cars do, it aged. The Cougar needed work, she didn’t have the money. So when her grandmother moved back home she realized she shouldn’t drive anymore and gave Wild Child her car. The Cougar began to just sit in the driveway, and sit, and sit.
In Feb we called and had the little white pick-up taken away by a local charity. We have done this a few times before. Having an old car that is broken down hauled off like that is one thing. But when you have a car that was loved, and shared, like the Cougar was, well that is different. They had talked about selling it, and advertised a little, but no bites.
Then a few weeks ago I ran across the Purple Heart Foundation where you can donate your cars and all the proceeds go to wounded warriors and their families. This was perfect. They came today. This was so different than all the other cars we have had picked up. It was more emotional not just because it was a car that had been loved, but because of the good it was still going to do. It felt so good watching it get hooked up to go away. But what really impressed me was the care and respect the man had who was hooking it up. He leaned into the car to wrap the seatbelt around the steering wheel and when he shut the door he patted the top of the car like he was saying “good old boy.”