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Dec. 29th, 2004 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerMy father decided to give me a key of my own to his beloved 1954 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud, and we had a little father-son bonding time as he showed me how to start the car. The reason why he's decided to do this now? "Just in case I..." long pause, "... I'm out of town, for some reason."
For those who don't know, a 1954 Rolls Royce like this is the epitome of "gorgeous car." One could easily, easily get $50,000 for it in today's market if you were looking just to unload it. But don't get me wrong, the money is hardly the reason why I thought to myself, "Once he dies, I'm getting rid of this car." It's a good reason, but not the real reason.
My mother, sensible woman as she is, just squelched that idea. I mean, my father absolutely loves this car, there are so many memories of us, so of course I'd want to be rid of it. But besides my mother being a car lover and especially a lover of this car (not to mention she had a Silver Cloud of her own once, but had to sell it to pay for my private school), she's persuading me to hold onto it for awhile, that it will only acumulate in value, and that it's built so solidly that it'll last forever. And it is a masterpiece of engineering, I can attest to that much.
When my father dies, I'm not going to be exactly poor, assuming he doesn't go into a rest home and just completely saps the funds. I just want to be rid of as many of his and our ghosts as possible. And sure, it wouldn't hurt to make a pretty penny in the process. I mean, in the will I'm not entitled to most of the money until I'm about 30. His little way of controling me from beyond the grave, mother says.
But this isn't about money. I don't have to tell you that, I'm sure. It's just, he's going to be with me for the rest of my life, no matter when he dies, and I'd just like be free of as much of him as possible. I wish to God I didn't feel this way. I wish I didn't have to.
That said, his house? Our house in Brookmont, within walking distance of the river? It's gone. Way of the Dodo. Oh yeah. I'm going to scour up all the blood, piss, and other bodily fluid stains, pack up my stuff, and get rid of it as soon as I can. I'll keep the car, maybe even use it to treat a ladyfriend to a night on the town, but this house will be gone and done. I'll even salt the earth if I have to.
For those who don't know, a 1954 Rolls Royce like this is the epitome of "gorgeous car." One could easily, easily get $50,000 for it in today's market if you were looking just to unload it. But don't get me wrong, the money is hardly the reason why I thought to myself, "Once he dies, I'm getting rid of this car." It's a good reason, but not the real reason.
My mother, sensible woman as she is, just squelched that idea. I mean, my father absolutely loves this car, there are so many memories of us, so of course I'd want to be rid of it. But besides my mother being a car lover and especially a lover of this car (not to mention she had a Silver Cloud of her own once, but had to sell it to pay for my private school), she's persuading me to hold onto it for awhile, that it will only acumulate in value, and that it's built so solidly that it'll last forever. And it is a masterpiece of engineering, I can attest to that much.
When my father dies, I'm not going to be exactly poor, assuming he doesn't go into a rest home and just completely saps the funds. I just want to be rid of as many of his and our ghosts as possible. And sure, it wouldn't hurt to make a pretty penny in the process. I mean, in the will I'm not entitled to most of the money until I'm about 30. His little way of controling me from beyond the grave, mother says.
But this isn't about money. I don't have to tell you that, I'm sure. It's just, he's going to be with me for the rest of my life, no matter when he dies, and I'd just like be free of as much of him as possible. I wish to God I didn't feel this way. I wish I didn't have to.
That said, his house? Our house in Brookmont, within walking distance of the river? It's gone. Way of the Dodo. Oh yeah. I'm going to scour up all the blood, piss, and other bodily fluid stains, pack up my stuff, and get rid of it as soon as I can. I'll keep the car, maybe even use it to treat a ladyfriend to a night on the town, but this house will be gone and done. I'll even salt the earth if I have to.
