This is it. The last of the classic cars.
When we sell this beauty, we’re out of the classic car business.
I expected today to be a day of joy. But when we walked inside Johnny’s house it was kick to the gut.
Johnny isn’t here.
Before now even though he’s been gone for months the house still smelled like Tide and Snuggle and Cream of Wheat.
That’s gone now.
And sitting here looking at this empty space hurts in a way I didn’t expect.
If I close my eyes I can remember Johnny in the kitchen with the hard candy or making tea or eating cookies. I can see the Buddhas and model classic cars and the tons of old movies.
Once Johnny stopped treatment for his cancer he laughed as he talked about all the cars he was leaving for us non-car kids. He said we’d have fun.
I enjoyed visiting the Leake Auction, but I’m not sure about fun. It has been nice to remember Johnny in each of the vehicles.I don’t know how long it will take to sell the Chevy, but when it goes I know we’ll be a little sad. We’re not car people, but Johnny was. I hope the Chevy finds a new owner who will love her like he did.
Johnny at Grandfield Days with some of his classics.