This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I’ve had to say goodbye to many things over the years. Cars, trucks and houses. I’ve had to say goodbye to campsites and campgrounds and persons and animals I’ve met on the road.
There have been many last times in my life.
One of those last times was yesterday when we said goodbye to our cherry truck.
I know it’s a truck. And it couldn’t say goodbye back. But it had so many memories in those seats when Digby was with us.
When we adopted Fruitycake. Good times and bad times. First times and last times.
When we drove away, it was very hard. Very difficult. I felt like we were abandoning it.
But Girl Person and Boy Person felt even worse than I did. So I had to stop. And I had to pull myself together. I realized that we weren’t abandoning the truck but that we took care of it and appreciated it and that it could help someone else build new memories. First memories. First times. And I wouldn’t let the last time I was seeing it get me down.
I know that all of this work to get to our little house in that Italy place is hard. It’s stressful. But it’s also fun in a way.
Because every last time makes room for the first times ahead. And I have to think of it that way. There is no reason to let good memories make me feel bad or sad.
So when the we left the truck, even though it was a very hard and frustrating day, I knew we were headed in the right direction.
One more step to that Italy place. One more puzzle piece in our new firsts ahead. In the middle of all this, we still have to step back and realize we’ve already come pretty far. And that first time we see our little house, all the lasts will make sense.
Life has a way of making you see what you can do and how strong you are. Don’t let the last times keep you from the amazing firsts that are there. They really are there.
–Peanut Butter Brickle