Those of you who know me may know that Roxie is my car. Did you know she was my Mom’s car? The weekend that my Mom died I was actually planning to purchase a new vehicle, but I ended up with hers instead. I love driving this car. I love that it was hers. For many months, maybe even a few years, I left a few things exactly as she had them. I didn’t change the radio’s preset buttons until I moved back to Texas last year! There are still a few items in the driver’s door map pocket that were hers, including a phone number of one of her good friends who was planning to join us for Thanksgiving dinner. I see this number, written in my Mom’s handwriting, almost everytime I exit my vehicle. It’s a nice reminder.
I have an updated insurance card so I was going through the glove box today and realized that my Mom kept a log of every time she filled up her gas tank. I had seen the little notebook in there, of course, but I didn’t realize the log was kept current. I can trace every tank of gas she bought from this car’s very first until her last, about ten days before she died.
I don’t know why this has made me so sad. Maybe it’s seeing her diligence in action…maybe it’s the handwriting…maybe it’s just because I miss her. I removed all of the old and outdated insurance info, but I put that gas log right back where it was. That seems to be the best place for it.
