I came across this obituary while cleaning out the storage room:
Dodge “Big Red” Caravan, 11, ofCarmel, returned to her maker Aug. 22 after a long and difficult battle with a slipped transmission. This fiery redhead was born Jan. 1, 1998, to another family, but was adopted by Danielle and “Doo” Wilson on May 23, 2001. A long-time resident ofCarmel, Big Red worked in many capacities, most importantly as a conveyor of children. During her short but adventurous life she made road trips toKentucky,Florida,Illinois,OhioandSouth Carolina, as well as hundreds of grocery runs, soccer carpools and furniture hauls. She often sacrificed her pretty gray upholstery and clean shiny windows to entertain Crayola-toting, milkshake-spilling toddlers, and on at least one occasion gave selflessly of her dashboard to provide a makeshift urinal to a wayward bird. Touching. Never one to conform to society’s expectations of what constitutes beauty, Big Red drove proudly without a driver’s side hubcap for more than a year before her death. She will be remembered fondly for her unique “zoo” aroma, her coordinated door scratches, her coin-filled air vents and her lack of air conditioning.
She celebrated her 100,000 mile mark among family and friends with a tire rotation and an oil change. And last year, she proved that age doesn’t matter as she successfully completed a four-hour roundtrip jaunt toLouisvillewithout overheating. Big Red was preceded in death by Volkswagen Jetta,Toyota“Rav Rav” Rav 4, Ford Taurus and Chrysler Pacifica. Though she never married or had little mini-vans of her own, Big Red was cherished by many. She is survived by her grieving parents, Danielle and Doo; her faithful riders, Geoffrey, Andrew, Corinne and Madelaine Wilson; two nondescript siblings, Dodge “Dad’s Car” Caravan and Honda “No Nickname Yet” Accord; and a horde of saddened passengers, young and old alike.
There will be no visitation. A private cremation service will be held at the end of September. The family would like to express their deepest appreciation to President Barack Obama and his timely Cash for Clunkers Program. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to your local Tire Barn.
Fair parting, Big Red! May you find peace (and a hubcap) as you drive along that heavenly highway to Scrapville. You are already deeply missed. And though you have been replaced by a silvery younger model with a black interior, you will never be forgotten.
So true. Peace out.