I just got to share this with you, my friends. Yesterday was a special day for me, both happy and sad.
Yesterday, I got something I have been waiting over 23 years for, that I thought I never would ever get.
When my Dad passed away in April 1989, I was supposed to get his old car. When he had it delivered in the Fall of 1974(special order), he told EVERYONE in the family, that when he passed on, that car was mine. Instead, when my Dad died, EVERYTHING went to my brothers, and I was lucky to get the flag that was on his casket, and his rosary. The only reason that I got the flag and the rosary, is that no one else wanted them. I didn't even get a picture of him. When his cremains were scattered in the Allegheny River in Pennsylvania, as per his wishes to have them placed where he grew up, I was not invited.
A week ago, my brother who got the car over 23 years ago, asked me if I wanted it, and told me to think about it for a week.I told him I needed no time to think about it, as that car belonged with me. Mechanically, the car runs great. My nephew, unfortunately, damaged the back end of it, and the car is rusting, but, nevertheless, it is my Dad's car, and that is what matters most to me.
I picked it up yesterday afternoon. I smiled and cried at the same time, as I drove it to my house. I kicked my old Buick out of it's parking spot in the back drive, and put the car there. I plan on driving it once a week to church, but if my Buick goes down, it is also a handy back-up.
So now, as I think of my Dad, and look at that car, I can't help but cry. Tears of joy and sadness, as the 1975 Caddillac Sedan DeVille has finally come home. I just wish my Dad was still here to drive it.