Larry's "Jenna" Goes Home

Another BLESSING in this journey of life after death occurred this morning. Since my husband's death on Nov. 13, 2018, his pickup, whom he lovingly named "Jenna" after his beloved German Shepherd of the 1980s, has been parked in my driveway. I've washed it and had repairs done to it, and left her sitting with a full tank of gas. She has become a symbol to me of her owner. Larry spent time in that truck every single day of the week. If he didn't have an appointment or an errand to run, he created something to do so he could drive off in Jenna each morning and make his day productive and he could feel fulfilled in his retirement.

As I returned home from work each day, whether it be the lunch hour, or quitting time at 4 pm, as I turned the corner of 7th and Griffin in Canon City, I'd look to see if Larry was home, by noticing his pickup in the driveway. So over time that pickup became "Larry" in my mind. Yes, Larry was home.

But today, Larry has gone to a new home in the form of his beloved pickup Jenna. Our oldest granddaughter Brenna, has purchased Jenna and is very excited about taking her home. She and her sister Raichael flew to Colorado last night and have rescued Jenna from the boredom of being parked in my driveway. New adventures await Brenna and Jenna in the great northwest of Gresham, Oregon. 

I know Larry is traveling with them in Spirit. He's thrilled to be spending the next few days enroute with his treasured and deeply loved granddaughters and he'll keep them safe, and most certainly very entertained along the way. Goodbye, dear Jenna. And to Brenna and Raichael, this Grandma looks forward to seeing you again in July.