Dear Jimmy,

Jimmy, you had a full life and I am so sorry that it had to come crashing to a halt on that July afternoon. Some of my best memories were in that car.

It started with countless trips to the Jelly Belly factory for free Jelly Beans, and then to the zoo, basketball games, and other family functions. Theres something special about a car that has been around for most of your life. Most of my greatest memories with my Grandpa are inside of the Jimmy.

And then when you were given to my brother as his first car, I was sure that you would become an integral part of this family. And man, did you ever.

In middle school you were my ride home from school everyday, the silent drive with my brother and I was one were we connected the most. Through sharing music and thoughts, talking about our day, our special bond was formed inside of that car.

As I entered high school, it began to feel like my brother and I lived inside. You were the host to sports gear, instruments, and fast food dinners. You held grassy golf bags and wet swim trunks and sweaty runners.

Jimmy you were beloved, by my family and even our friends. Everyone knew you would be able to hold the most amount of people and so our classmates soon began to address you as a member of the family.

Then the day FINALLY came, and you got to be my first car. A rabbits foot hanging from the rearview mirror quickly established you as mine. As soon as I got my license I took you right to golf practice and golf bags and shoes and grass quickly inflitrated inside....and my leftover fast food...and countless water bottles...and assorted garbage.... and old sweaty socks... Jimmy, I need to offer you a long overdue apology. I'm sorry I never kept you as clean or nice smelling as my grandparents or brother did. BUT HEY YOU WERE LOVED.

I mourned the day that we got into the accident, not because I was hurt, but because you were hurt. You, the trusty SUV that sustained our family for 14 years, the steed that brought me to my first day of high school, my senior homecoming, you who carried me home safely in tears after my final time conducting, or my final performance. You my Jimmy, were the best first car I could of asked for.