Dad's Car

Dad totaled his car. He's 87, and in a kind but cruel way, he's okay but won't be driving any more.

A car means freedom. Independence. Power. Choice.

We moved him into assisted living in September, and didn't want to take his car yet. Losing a wife and a house seemed more than enough. We thought we'd wait a year to ask him kindly to protect himself - and the rest of the world - by getting rid of the auto.

I guess we won't have to take it from him.

He sighs.

I sigh, too.