Letting go is hard. Dad’s car held lots of treasured memories - mundane daily errands for mom and dad; special outings to wineries, historic sites, and antique stores; fishing adventures; and so much more. He loved his trusty Subaru…but, after sitting in the parking lot for a couple of months, it was starting to deteriorate and it was time to let it go. Luckily, it survived the trip to my Subaru (I had bought one too) dealership and the guy who sold me my car offered to buy dad’s car for cash despite all the repairs it needed. Another little piece of our history gone….but not forgotten.