So it was decided with much ease that I would not go on vacation with the rest of the family and I would instead stay in Bartlesville with my grandparents to get my drivers license. Regrets? None. That week is a week I will cherish forever.
Before my parents left, they bought me a car. A 1987 Ford Tempo with five million miles on it. Okay I exaggerate, maybe it had 150,000 miles on it. Needless to say, the car had seen better days. This doesn't change my opinion of that car. I loved it! And actually wish we would have never gotten rid of it. So many memories!
Because of the state of my car, my Grandpa decided he was going to help me get it all ready to go for when I turned 16. He showed me how to wax the car, he helped me clean the entire inside, and he also helped me fix the trunk that was rusted out. That week was spent getting up in the morning, sharing breakfast with my grandparents, and then going to the garage with my Grandpa and working on my car. The way my Grandpa treated that car was the way he approached everything in life. The car cost $1500, but he treated it like it was worth $30,000. He treated everyone like they were the most important person around, no matter who they were. I have always admired that about him. He didn't need to help me with that car, but he did. He spent hours upon hours that week showing me what to do and helping me get my car ready because he knew it was important to me.
The day came and he took me to get my drivers license and at that moment, I thought it was the best day of my life. How could life get any better? Looking back now, it wasn't the best day of my life, but quite possibly one of the best weeks of my life. My grandfather died seven months later. He took with him the kindest most gentle heart of anyone I've ever known. That week spent with him taught me more things than words can describe and his patience with me was something I'll never forget. I hope that in the rest of my life I am able to take with me a small percentage of the man my grandfather was. Because I know that even a small percentage would make me a better person.
I love my family vacations now. I can't wait for my family vacation in December. But I can't help but look back and be thankful for missing out on one family vacation.