Losing A Friend
A friend of mine has fallen very sick. On Monday, he was immobile and had to be taken away by ambulance to Emergency. I haven’t heard back since then, but I’ve been assured that the doctors are performing tests this week to determine the cause and extent of the problem. The trouble is it may not be worth undertaking ameliorative measures – he may have to be written off!
This week, I beg the earnest support of our YogaHub community in this difficult time. Loss is never easy to cope with, and even less so when it’s something dear. I therefore humbly beseech you, gentle reader, to share my pain and help me remember my great friend Mike – my ’91 Toyota Tercel, the first car I ever drove.
Previously my mother’s car, I annexed Mike from her some years ago in the same conversation where he got his name. In a moment of inattention, I foolishly and inaccurately referred to her Tercel as “my car.” Instantly, Mom’s eyebrows shot into her hairline.
“Your car?!” she asked me incredulously, obviously inches from tanning my hide.
“No, no…” I sputtered back, “I was just… um… calling it by name… yeah, that’s it… Mike Ar, good ol’ Mike Ar.” And the name stuck.
Since that, Mike has been all but nominally mine. He drove me and my friends around throughout high school. He suffered my first car accident with stoic dignity, as well as the second…and the third. He’s shared my musical tastes and gotten me to Edmonton and back. He’s been nothing shy of utterly reliable and he has been my great friend and a more pleasant and agreeable companion than most.
Therefore, I urge each of you take a minute – whenever you have one – to appreciate your friendships. I urge you to take time for your own friends. Make them feel appreciated. Change their oil and check their tires.
Let ’em know you care.
[tags]losing a friend, friendship, first car, toyota, sick[/tags]