Dear Jill:
While you’ve been a part of our family for the past five years, I really can’t say I’m sad to see you go.
You’ve made me question my own instincts on more than one occasion.
You’ve lost your cool with me so many times, telling me in that condescending voice that you’re busy “recalculating” because of mistakes I’d made. You’ve gotten us lost in Chattanooga, Providence and right here in Hartford.
Just when I needed you most -- without a map and in the parking lot of a Publix in Miami -- you gave up completely and refused to even help. Who knew you had a reset button? I guess I just didn’t know you that well.
But there were some good times, for sure. The kids will always smile when we talk about the way you couldn’t pronounce “reservoir” or the way you’d sound almost left out when you’d announce our arrival at Shady Glen or Dunkin Donuts. We’ll all fondly remember the time you told us we had arrived at our destination, when in reality you had brought us to the middle of a cornfield in Bloomfield. Such a kidder.
I’m sorry that I left you unattended in an unlocked car yesterday. That wasn’t fair, I know.
But I’ll sleep soundly knowing that you’re now giving someone else inaccurate directions. Maybe he or she will be a better listener than I’ve been.
Happy trails, Jill.
Farewell, Jill
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