Letting go hurts

Letting go of the past in many ways hurts as I am sure most folks know.
This weekend is a letting go weekend for me.
When I divorced my first husband, I had almost nothing to my name. I worked cleaning restaruants 7 days a week to buy an S10 Blazer.

She ran me well. I called her my Freedom Truck for the longest time. When I was driving it I felt free. it was the first major thing I bought that was just mine.

Then I met Steve, and moved to be with him. I brought my Blazer with me.

I made the mistake shortly after we married to take it a place to get the oil change I had not been to before, and they messed my truck up. It had to be parked. that was in 2003.

Now, is 2009, it has sat unmoved all this time. I love that truck, and it is heartbreaking but I have to give it up. It isnt doing me or anyone else any good sitting all covered up.

Yesterday a guy we know came by. Said he knew of someone that would take her for scrapping out (1986 vehicles are mostly steel). My heart fell. Scrap her? take her apart into pieces and ruin her? no. I can't.

Then as luck would have it I met a guy that runs a Auto repair shop. I took one of our other vehicles there yesterday and while waiting got to talking to this guy. Talk got around to vehicles we own and I told him about the blazer. He wants her! He wants to fix her up, and run her as she was meant to be run.

She...lol...yeah she is my baby.

He wants to take her out into the fields and run her over the hills and through the puddles, just as i did when I drove her.

What more can I ask..a guy that wants to love her and play like I did. Free to get filthy in the mud and enjoy the 4x4 fun she was meant to do.

So, this weekend I am cleaning her out, and letting her go.

My heart is breaking but at the same time glad someone else will take care of her and love her as I do.