It’s crazy to think I’ve driven the jeep all this time. After Eddie died, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get back in it and was all ready to sell it, but couldn’t handle one more change.

A couple weeks after he died and it was all detailed, it felt safe…like he was still with me in a sense, protecting me.

The fact that I wanted a three row for years didn’t bother me. I was used to the jeep and I had control over this change. It was my choice when I got a new car.

For the past few week though, the radio has been jumping station to station and I think it’s finally time. I’m ready for the change.

Yesterday, I went to the VW dealer and checked out the Atlas. I have no idea about cars. I just want something that looks good and is safe. As I looked around the dealer, I had to take a breath. I was the only single female there. It was a little intimidating and overwhelming, but I thought of all I’ve done and knew this would be nothing compared to everything else.

I was right. I asked questions. I got numbers. I took pictures. I got the print outs so that my dad could look at them. I had this under control.

Today I made an appointment to buy the car. I don’t need the jeep to feel protected by him. In everything I do, he’s helping guide me to the path I’m supposed to take. He’s doing what he said he always will… protecting me.

Any change is always hard…even the good ones, but this is one I’ve made and that makes it easier.