Rest in Peace, Vacuum

Daddy's vacuum cleaner is broken, and daddy says that no one can fix it. We're going to need a new vacuum.

Daddy seems OK, but I know that he's hurting deep inside. I don't remember daddy ever owning another vacuum. When I was little, that vacuum gave me nightmares. Even being in the same room with it made me cry. But I grew to love daddy's vacuum, and vacuuming with daddy became part of my weekend routine. I suppose that, when we get a new vacuum, daddy and I will continue this Saturday morning tradition. I just hope it's not weird.

You were a good vacuum, daddy's vacuum, and you'll be missed.