Our Special Car

My dad had a beautiful car. So shiny, so red, so cool! He loved his car. I remember when he would pick me up and set me down on his lap to steer the wheel. I remember amazing and beautiful events occuring in that car. We would drive to baseball games. Eat countless burgers from drive throughs. But the best was when I see him pull up in the car line and picking me up from school.

But one day my dad had a big tummy ache and went to the hospital leaving me and my older sister alone at home. He was there a long time and I got to visit him every day. I would see him and get so excited, my dad in his special bed and thick covers would wake up then laugh and smile when I came in.

Every day coming back from the hospital I would grab the keys to his car, open it up. turn on the radio to our favorite station and listen to it alone. Feeling relaxed and happy, still being able to smell his presence in the car, I would close my eyes and it would feel like he was there with me. But one day I got home and the car was not there. I asked mom and my sister. They said that they had to sell the car to help pay for the medical bills. I was so angry and upset but knew that it was for my dad. The following day I got ready to visit dad and mom mom walks downstairs, tears rolling down her rosy red cheeks.

She sat down with me and told me

“Daddys gone”.

I could not understand at first. But then I understood, that just like our special car, my dad was gone.