Another Loss.

I dropped my favorite wine glass.
It slipped out of my hands as I was cleaning it.
And there it was, on the floor, another old friend gone.
There will be other glasses, in fact it was part of a big family of glasses, but this one was my bestest glass.
We are, of course, none of us irreplaceable, but it made me remember another old friend as I was gathering the chards and secretly being thankful it was I who broke it.
I thought back on my old Volvo, my steady companion for more than sixteen years.
I smiled at how it had valiantly fought its way back to Seattle from San Diego on three cylinders because some idiot at a tune-up place there had forgotten to connect all the plugs, which was discovered when I put it up for sale, and some savvy kid lifted the hood and asked why not all of the plugs were connected.
So.... good bye old friends.
I shall fill a new glass with some Cheap Red Wine and salute you.........and the Volvo.