Within the same week Nono's caddy and our caddy went to junkyard heaven together. Fitting, but nonetheless sad. My grandfather loved his car. D'elegance leather interior, smooth riding... even though it was 20 years old he'd spend $2,000 a year fixing whatever. He never wanted to let go of it. When ours clunked out he offered to foot the bill to repair it. He always just wanted to help us out. I don't know why he loved us so much. I never deserved to have such a wonderful grandfather. He taught me so much. I adored him. I adore him still.
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