I miss the simple joy of driving Constance to and from things. We spent ages in the car together. She would sing songs from PBS kids or school. She was a happy child.
In the mornings between the pool and her school, she'd eat a breakfast bar with her medication on it. If I drove past a McDonald's she'd ask for fries or a hashbrown. Sometimes we would get one and sometimes we would not. I'd like to tell you that I said no because I was concerned about the health implications of eating hashbrowns but the main factor was how much time we had before she needed to be at school.
In the summer we'd take the long way home from school and enjoy the beautiful trees along Sheridan Road. Constance would giggle with joy when she didn't fall asleep on the way.
When I am in the car now I think of her, I miss, I want her back.