tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317860178654353446.post2810949941929398067..comments2022-03-20T09:02:07.804-07:00Comments on Quiet Thoughts : Leaving a Piece of Heart BehindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076282329093508289noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317860178654353446.post-85160411995026567772016-09-19T16:48:02.025-07:002016-09-19T16:48:02.025-07:00I had a car like that in my memories. It was the f...I had a car like that in my memories. It was the first family car, a silver Simca, which eventually became my mother’s car when my dad got a company car. There are so many stories about that car — my sister and I grew up in it, it varied in the back and forth to many hospitals, with me lying on the back seat and my sister sitting in her car seat in the front (as was done back then). There are so many good conversations, scary moments, overcoming scary moments. When we finally had to let it go, a tow truck came to pick it up. My mother and I stood on the sidewalk and waved, both of us bawling. The new car was wonderful, but it wasn’t the same. Your Freestyle will always be special.Lene Andersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11223128667829847717noreply@blogger.com