My grandfather passed away in 1995. I'll never forget getting the call from my father. I was in grad school and it was absolutely devastating to me. My grandfather left his 1966 Mustang convertible to me. He said that it was because I helped him restore it. My "help" consisted of standing in the garage talking to him while he was working on it. As I get older, I can see how this is helping. I used to think that it was so silly that he said that I helped him.
Yesterday was the first day that we had it out with Baby Girl. She can't take a ride in it because there are no seatbelts. However, she had a lot of fun in it without ever moving. She got to "drive" it....
I know that my Papa would love the fact that Baby Girl enjoys his Mustang. I just wish that he was here to see it.
That's so sweet!
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