O Will you no come back again?

This had to be my blip for today because it could be a momentous day.  This is my Dad's car being taken away for repair.  It may not come back.  Then a decision will have to be made.  He was very upset this afternoon.  He cried in my arms for the very first time.  I didn't like it.  Felt so wrong.  This strong man.  My dad.

A car is a metal box.
Nothing more.  Nothing less
And some wheels.
And one or two other things.  Locks.
An engine.
Independence.
For Instance.


Then it gets dented.
Then it is an expensive metal box with wheels, looks and engine
And dents.
And independence goes.
For Instance.


Sad.