This Friday, however, the unexpected moment was different and of course totally unexpected. My mind wasn’t on Susan’s bout with advanced breast cancer in 2000/2001; rather on the fact that we needed to get a new car. The 16 year old Toyota 4Runner itself had been diagnosed with its own terminal illness. The mount parts beneath the engine were so eroded that any strong bump in the road could result in the engine falling out. We needed a new car, and yesterday was that day.
Of course I don’t say that to her. And so yesterday, as we drove into the dealer, I remembered that moment. And my eyes for the briefest of moments teared up as I realized that I didn’t expect things to turn out this way.
I don’t know if anyone will ever be as happy as I was (and am) that the car needs to be replaced.