All things considered, we'll accept the insurance settlement and let the car go. We loved that car. It was the first brand new car Knute ever owned. My parents helped pay it off when we went through bankruptcy four years ago. We especially appreciated the terrific hybrid gas mileage on our trips to California to visit family, to South Dakota to bring Katie's friend out for the summer, to family camping trips and weddings and sick beds and funerals. It's the car Katie learned to drive in. It took us through Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Utah, Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, and California. I relied on it to transport mountains of donated food to people in need.
It's not likely that we'll get another car with mileage like the Prius. That's one of the facts that made the decision difficult. The memories in the car, the fact that we've shared it throughout our whole marriage, the times we've patted the dashboard and said, "Keep going, little Prius, you can do it," don't influence the decision. They only make it a sad one. Other, happier decisions will present themselves soon and often. It's OK to be sad when you know you made the smart choice, you can acknowledge your emotions, and move on.
Goodbye, little Prius. You served us well.