We bid farewell to Jordan’s crappy green Camry tonight. It was astonishingly difficult to do – caught me completely off guard. It was only worth about 100 bucks to the salvage yard – but it is priceless to someone with no means of transportation. Greg had put $350 dollars and three days of labour into struts and springs and a wheel alignment the week before Jordan died so we felt comfortable that it was road worthy. Greg asked Father Andre if he knew someone in need, and he connected us with Melissa. In her late 20’s and clean and sober thanks to Andre’s Str8 Up program, she is heading into the second year of the nursing program. She is very thankful to have a vehicle to get to her part time job.

 I think I cried for an hour after she drove away.

 It’s not like the car has a lot of good memories for us. The window never worked, the air conditioning sucked. Jordan drove it hard. It was his transportation to his first psychotic break and I will always remember driving it around Penticton; bad tires, no windshield wiper, afraid of my own kid, scared and alone. But I will also always cherish this photo of the team who drove Greg to Canmore to meet up with Paulette and I –  a constant reminder of what wonderful friends we have and how blessed we are in so many ways.