My grandpa passed away when I was just 17 years old, yet I still have clear memories of our time together. Even when I was a teenager, he was not just my grandfather but also my closest friend.

Even at eighty-two, my grandpa was an amazing man. He loved old vehicles and had been active all of his life. My mom used to leave me up to his apartment on the weekends, and we would spend time together, fixing up his beloved car. Some of my best memories are from these times.
Greater Than Pleasure
It was more than just enjoyable to spend those weekends with my grandfather. Even with the small mishaps, like tipping over the oil container or scuffing the red paint on his cherished Chevy Bel Air, they were full of fun and adventures. Everything was a part of the thrill and delight.
I especially enjoyed helping my grandfather since he used to always fill the ashtray with candies. Rather than smoking, he always pushed me to indulge in my sweet tooth. Our time together was even more memorable because of these small acts.
Sad News
My heart broke into a million pieces the day my mom gathered my sisters and I to tell us about my grandpa’s dying. For me, he was more than simply my grandpa—he was my confidant and my rock. In the midst of intense feelings, I raced up to my room in search of comfort.
But my anguish only deepened in the days that followed. I was confused as to why I felt like I was getting the cold shoulder from everyone. I finally plucked up the bravery to ask my mother what was wrong.
An Astonishing Bequest
My mom told me, much to my delight and amazement, that my grandpa had bequeathed me his beloved Chevy. It was unbelievable to me. I had spent numerous weekends working on the automobile with him, the car he had valued so much, and now it was mine.
But when my mother announced that I wouldn’t be inheriting the car, the happiness was short-lived. I was inconsolable. It appeared as though the highest bidder would purchase my grandfather’s pride and pleasure. My fury boiled at their disrespect for my grandpa’s legacy.
A pledge kept
I made the decision to obtain my driver’s license and begin working part-time in order to save money, determined to recover my grandpa’s cherished Chevy. I went to college and worked toward my engineering degree. I was able to finally fulfill the promise I made to myself ten years ago at the age of 27, after graduating at the top of my class and landing a respectable job. I was going to return my grandfather’s automobile to its rightful place at home.
Bringing the Loved Car Back
I eventually located the individual who had purchased the car from my mother after much hunting. Like my grandfather, he was a friendly and enthusiastic vintage vehicle enthusiast. I drove back to my hometown, where the automobile was waiting for me, with his permission.
It seemed like a dream as I stood in front of the vehicle. The vivid hue and immaculate state made it seem brand-new. Michael, the current owner, told me he had not actually driven the vehicle. He used to display the old automobiles he acquired on occasion. Me, my grandfather, and a few other people had been the only ones to investigate the car.
A Surprising Find
I was driving home in the Chevy when I noticed something in the ashtray. I was surprised to find an old envelope addressed to me behind the detachable ashtray. I started crying when I saw my grandfather’s note inside. He told me how much he loved me and disclosed a startling family secret that he had withheld from me out of concern for me.
I drove the remainder of the way home with a broad smile on my face, overcome with happiness and a revitalized sense of love. I knew that my grandpa loved me without conditions, no matter what. I had the Chevy back now, and with it, the priceless memories it contained.
I would always be in love with candy, vintage vehicles, and most of all, my grandpa, as the jewel inside the envelope reminded me.