Uteless

A month ago my dear Ute was written off in an accident. Hit from behind she couldn't be saved.
Experiencing utelessness has been tough.
A loss of manliness and a connection to the national identity has been tough.
Fortunately I've been able to connect with others who've experienced and been through the sudden and confronting trauma of becoming uteless. They have been a great support, I know I would have struggled without them.

I struggle when returning to a car park my eyes are still looking in hope for her rugged and beautiful form, but she's not there. 😂