times together. He wasn’t just my grandpa but also my closest friend, especially during my teenage years.

My grandpa, at 82, was truly remarkable, deeply passionate about vintage cars. Weekends at his place, working on his beloved car, became some of my fondest memories. Despite the occasional mishaps, like spilling oil or scratching the paint, those times were filled with laughter and adventure.

One thing I adored was how he filled the ashtray with candy, never smoked, and encouraged my sweet tooth. His thoughtful gestures made our bond even more special.

Heartbreak struck when Mom shared the news of his passing. I retreated to my room, overwhelmed by emotions. Later, I learned my grandpa had left me his cherished Chevy, but Mom decided to sell it.

Determined, I pursued my dream of becoming an engineer, saving for years. Finally, at 27, I reclaimed the car. Finding an envelope inside with a note from my grandpa, I felt overwhelming joy and love.

As I drove home, I realized our shared love for vintage cars and candy would forever connect me to my grandpa’s memory, embodied in his cherished Chevy.