I do miss the mobility of my past life, the ability to just get up and go and no need to plan ahead for doctor appointments. I miss the times I would just head into the Sonoran Desert and drive through the National Park and look at the mammoth cacti. I miss being able to turn the radio on loud and sing to my favorite songs.

I miss being the one who gave others a ride when needed since I was the one with the car.

Now, I do not pay much attention to the road but rather the scenery along the way.

I remember vividly going to the Department of Motor Vehicles and watching an old gentleman crying when he was denied a renewal of his driver's license. I remember the frustration of being behind a person who was driving too slow, thinking how that driver had no business being on the road.

I read in the newspaper about an incompetent driver accidentally driving into the business front and the crash killing a patron inside. I have read about a driver accidentally driving into a home and the walls crushing a person inside.

I hope Erin is reading my words and hearing my heartfelt plea to sell the cars and use the money for curb to curb bus service or taxis. No more gas, car upkeep or insurance.

And anyone else with the remote anxiety of driving. Stop before you have to live with the reality that you should stop driving. MS is bad enough without the guilt of what you know has to be done.