we get to the car. when i open the passenger side door, immediately i am overwhelmed by the smell of worn leather. the good kind of worn, that lets you know many people have sat in this car, maybe for a road trip or maybe just for a short ride home after swimming lessons.
he turns the key in the ignition, & the engine roars to life. he looks over at me & smiles, asks me if i want a reese's peanut butter cup as he grabs one for himself. i always say yes.
we take off down the road, toward the future i guess, as 'whipped cream' starts to play through the tape deck.
and even though i am little, i can tell that this is always, always how i will remember my grandfather.
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