Today, more specifically this morning, I helped Steven part ways with his scooter (moped, motorcycle, whatever you want to call it) he used while away in Lawrence, Kansas, for college (university studies). It was harder than I thought it’d be. We both tried not to cry and didn’t think we were going to get so choked up over this. I mean we’d been trying to sell this thing for the past two years off and on; finally just this past week he asked me to find a place to donate it since no one else would buy it or take it off our hands.
I found out one of the local mission centers in our area accepted donations of vehicles (running or not) and would fix it up, use themselves or donate it for an auction, and give us a tax break on it. I was happy; these people will take great care of it and make sure it doesn’t end up in the wrong hands.
Everything seemed to be going fine. We found the necessary paperwork, filled out forms, brought together accessories and other parts of scooter we wouldn’t be needing (like a cover, wrenches, etc.). Then today came. A chance of rain and gloomy skies. How appropriate for giving away a part of your life.
The weather held off and didn’t rain until this evening. All day long we’d been trying to go about life as normal, but somehow I still couldn’t shake the fact we just gave away a part of our lives. I helped him change oil, repair mirrors, charge its battery. And just like that; it is gone. One of the last things Daddy bought him is now gone. We had no need to keep it; it just ate up money with repairs and insurance. But somehow it hurt just the same to get rid of it. I’m sure in time I will forget all about it again and we’ll move on.
It’ll just be a photograph on my computer/camera SD card. Soon it will not matter any more. I’ll forget all about it. I’m sure someone will get it for a Christmas gift and they’ll be overjoyed and it will start a new life. But for right now, it’s hard. I couldn’t stand to watch it leave. Had to be even harder on Steven as he helped load it into the truck and watched the donation man ratchet it into place. Yeah, that had to be rough.
I-I have to stop writing now; I’m bursting into tears. I can’t write any more. I’m sorry. I will write again next week (most likely) as I have to work until next Thursday. I will talk to you all then.
Love and prayers!