My 17-year-old Honda, Broomhilda, met a tragic end. Why do we grieve when our cars die?
Our 17-year-old Honda CR-V (affectionately dubbed “Broomhilda”) met her tragic, premature demise last summer when a deer bolted out of neighboring woods, straight into her hood. My husband, who miraculously emerged unscathed, managed to drive it home and …