This is the story of The Lady L Corvette, a car that is a fond remembrance of my wife, Lorraine who succumbed to breast cancer on June 21, 2000. At a car show recently, a woman looked at the replica of the California license tag (Lorraine was born and raised in Los Angeles) inscribed "Lady L", and asked if this was my wife's car. I had to stop for a moment and think - yes, this really is my wife's car. The woman said, "You're lucky, if I had a car like that, my husband would never get near it". I laughed and realized I am lucky, not because I am caring for Lorraine's Corvette but because I was blessed in spending nearly 30 beautiful years of marriage with a wonderful wife and best friend.

The meaning a Corvette, or for that matter, any tangible possession brings to our lives is varied. I recollect with absolute clarity Lorraine and my first date in California in my first Corvette, a red 1967 convertible. To some, the Corvette hobby may appear to be shallow on the outside, but one just has to go beyond the surface to know that often these cars can have a profound effect on our lives in terms of the memories they hold, and the meaning they give us.

In my case, every time I look at that car I realize how precious and short this gift we call life really is.

I hope you appreciate reading the story of the Lady L Corvette, and ask that after doing so, you do two things:

1. Hug your spouse and your kids.
2. Take the time to do preventive screening breast cancer, or encourage a family member, friend or loved one to do so.

Finally, you can link directly to the American Cancer Society to make a donation to help fight breast cancer. If you are inclined to do so, your donation in Lorraine's memory will help eradicate this hideous disease.