seriously. while i was on vacation, my grampa came and took my car to change the oil and filter. he left me a little tag on the dash to tell me exactly what was done and at how many miles i'll need my next oil change.
he just called me at work to let me know he needs my car all day saturday so that he can change the fuel pump. (this is apparently why it sometimes leaves me stranded and doesn't start.) he also put gas in it and i believe is doing something about the alignment because for some reason the frame was chewing up my tire on one side.
when my dad leaves, one thing that weighs on me is, "who the heck am i supposed to call when my car goes to crap?" because he is my go to save-r. it's so comforting to have someone else looking out for me and the mechanically minded stuff that i am so not inclined to think about.
thank you God for my sweet, wonderful, kind, giving, loving grandparents. what an awesome blessing You've given me in them.
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