Our van

Tomorrow we take the van back to the place we bought it so we can sell it. I'm going to drive it one last time and then we will never see it again. I cleaned it really good this week and shed quite a few tears doing it. 
 I'm getting used to our new car, but I will miss all the space in the van and the little girl who always was sitting right behind me wherever we went.One more piece of Amy that we will be saying goodbye to. She loved that van. She loved going places and being able to see out the windows. Her last trip in the van was home from the hospital only a few miles away. We didn't want her to come home in the ambulance. I'll never forget how she looked around at the spring fields and mountains and all of the emerging beauty and in my heart knowing that she was dying. 
"Oh, God, sometimes it hurts so much to have her gone. Fill my soul tonight with peace and help me sleep. Help the tears to stop and comfort me. I know you are the God of all comfort and that you are bottling these tears that are running down my face. Hold me right now like you are holding Amy.  Tell her Mommy misses her so much."

Amy in her van.

Our new "used" car and Amy's van. One last picture.