The week of awfulness has passed and I have officially conquered the mangy stomach flu bug who invaded my body. A big thank you to my lymphocytes for all their hard work.
Now on to a very grievous subject. The death of a beloved companion.
My younger sister was involved in a car accident this weekend where she wrapped this beloved friend of mine around a tree. She, my sister, is completely fine other than a broken shoulder and a new found desire to STOP thinking twenty over the speed limit is a must. A hero has left our midst though and left an awful, black box shaped space behind him.
The Fallen Hero
The young girl he saved
The Beast came to our family 12 years ago. He was shiny and white and full of promising adventure. I loved him from the moment he rolled into our garage. My senior year of high school, Beasty Boy became my designated school vehicle. Sure he wasn't a shiny mercedes or BMW, but he knew how to get me to the places I needed to be. I was proud to call him my own (even though he technically was not mine...)
My trusty stead loaded up all my belongings at the end of high school and safely escorted Poptart and I to good ole Utah.
We shared a tearful goodbye as he wished me well at college and promised to keep an eye on my family for me.
Then the unthinkable happened. Beast came back into my life in a big way. He came all the way form Michigan to guide me through the next two years of adventures.
The Geo, the beloved blue companion who escorted me in the Beast's absence
Beast took me to the ends of the earth to cross-country ski
Beast loved my friends
Beast drove for me when Lys and I decided posing for pictures was more pertinent
Beast helped me kidnap cultured humans
Beast helped me fight my battles (and win them)
Beast protected my loved ones and I from wild animals when we went camping
Beast reassured me I looked like Scary Spice even though I wasn't black. Essentially, Beast was not a racist. It is hard nowadays to find a car that isn't racist
Beast was there when I met Sel. Beast was there when I wanted to talk to him about Sel when everyone else was tired of hearing me talk about how fantastic he was.
The most amazing part of Beast's character though and the reason we now mourn is that Beast was a protector. Sure he shook like an old man when he ricocheted down the freeway. Sure it cost two weeks of human food to feed his automobile nutritional needs. Sure he still somehow smelled of my dirty running shoes. BUT Beast saved my little sister. Beast saved me from being forever trapped in P-town. Beast saved the world if you really think about it.
Beast will live forever in infamy. My family and I will be holding an honorary service for this cherished piece of metal June 2, 2012.
May the impact the Beast had on you (and the tree) inspire you to be just a little bit better today.
Thank you for all your support at this time
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