Dear Amie- Part 2

*I am writing a letter to my grandmother.  You can read Part 1 here*

2006:
In April, Will totaled your Altima.  He wasn't at all injured and the car was technically still driveable, but totaled nonetheless.

In July, Mom, Will and I moved to Orlando...for about 3 weeks.  The county that had hired Mom to teach ended up having to lay off a bunch of people and Mom just happened to be one of them.  However, while we were there, the "big-footed oaf" Great Dane puppy that I wanted so badly arrived.  You'd love how goofy she was.  She tripped all over her lanky legs and gigantic paws.  I named her Manhattan, since I love NYC so much, but we call her Hattie, a nice Southern name you could be proud of.

In August, Mom and Will moved back in with Dad and I went off to college.  I went to Florida Gulf Coast University in Ft. Myers and therefore was a lot closer to home this time and I would have been able to see you a lot more often than I did when I first went to college.  Which reminds me, when I was cleaning out my belongings to move in with Doug, whom you'll hear more about in a bit, I found a lot of noted and postcards you sent to me in Pensacola.  I am so, so, so sorry that I didn't ever write back.  I guess at 18, the beach and friends were more important.  I feel pretty badly about that.  Also in August, Will started 10th, B and C started 6th and L started 2nd grade.

In September, Will got his driver's license and with it, your Altima.  He enjoyed having a car and I think having a piece of you brought him some comfort.  He never really showed emotion after you passed, but he was internally devastated.  Having your scent in the car was eerily refreshing.