Farewell, MS Magnet!

Some time ago, I wrote about my beloved MS Magnet.  Capitalized, because it meant that much to me.  You see...my tailgate magnets tell an abbreviated story.  A story of me!  I think of car magnets as old skool "colorforms", but for grown ups.  Oh how I loved to play with colorforms.

Admittedly, some folks overutilize.  You've seen this, right?  I was behind one today.  They had quite the collection of hot vacation spot abbreviation stickers and assorted magnets.  I can play that game, too!  If they made stickers that said "WORK" and "BATHROOM" and "HOME", I could put 'em on my tailgate, 'cause those are the hot spots I frequent most;-)  Furthermore, there should be ample space for each magnet.  It's cumbersome to digest as I'm waiting for my light to turn green.  I'll bet when they were kids, they used 2 sets of colorforms, thereby overcrowding and discombobulating the scene they were attempting to create.  But I digress...

I had MS Magnet when I walked from my car to the store.  Twenty-five minutes later, I returned with my groceries, reached for the liftgate handle, and saw a dingy outline of where MS Magnet used to cling.  I let out a fairly loud, "WHAT THE!", followed by, "OH COME ON!  SERIOUSLY???"  I rubbed my blurry left eye, hoping it was a trick.  I looked on the ground, hoping it fell off.  I knelt down to look under the car.  I looked closer at the dingy outline and noticed clean smudges on my dirty car.  Smudges in which fingers were.  Suddenly, it became crystal clear.  MS Magnet was...taken.  I was so angry that I wanted to throw my carton of eggs on the ground in frustration.  Because when I get that angry, I throw stuff.  Alas, I forgot the list on the counter again.  The list those eggs were on.  And so I forgot to buy eggs.  Thankfully...

I bid you farewell, MS Magnet:'-(  I had a sinking feeling that our time together would be limited.  So many people commented on you, asking where it was I got you...they knew someone with ms and wanted you to ride around with them in order to honor that person.  Even my husband has one just like you, which surprised me.  You figure...me, him, and ms are stuck together for the rest of our lives.  It's the whole "in sickness and in health" deal.  You'd think the last thing he'd want would be anything ms-related stuck to his truck.  Though he sacrificially offered that magnet to me as a replacement, I cannot accept.  Losing you is hard enough.  I cannot risk a rinse and repeat occurrence.



"Sooner or later in life, the things you love you lose" - Florence + The Machine


"'Tis better to have had MS Magnet and lost than never to have had MS Magnet at all..." - me