The first time I read this story was thirteen years ago. I was eighteen at the time and living with my grandpa. I came up from my room one morning to find the newspaper opened up to this story, like someone had intentionally left it there for me to read. I just happened to come across it the other day after Nicole was going through some old pictures.
My grandpa is still probably the only person in this world I do not want to disappoint. Why, I don’t know. I just wish he was still involved with my life as much as he used to be. But that was then, this is now, we all have busier lives.
This article has been laminated in my box of pictures for thirteen years waiting for when my son will be jumping behind the wheel of my car. So as another summer starts, people being more free to roll down the windows and turn up the radio, read this and tell someone you love how much you love them and please pay attention to all your surroundings.
To this day I can’t read this without getting tears in my eyes.