This last summer my Aunt Ruth passed away. She lived a long and well lived life and she went quickly and on her own terms. She died as she had lived her life, pretty much in full control.
As a parting gift she left me her 1972 Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale Convertible. She always drove convertibles and this was her last one. It was a daily driver to The Apple Market two blocks away and on occassion to the doctor’s office. Once she even drove it to Branson for a visit.
I had every intention of selling the car and doing something responsible with the proceeds but the car and my recently deceased aunt had other plans.
After only a couple of weeks I fell head over heels in love with “Ruthie Marie,” my regal convertible named in rememberence of my late aunt.
I discovered, much to my surprise, that driving her with the top down made me ever so happy and filled me with a rare joy I seldom experience.
As time has worn on, the feeling hasn’t faded, though some have suggested it would when the newness wore off. I hate to burst their bubble but I doubt it, our love is here to stay!