My grandfather used to take all of us kids for rides in the wheelbarrow. It was fun and exciting at a young age. Later on, he’d take us for rides in the car. Finally, it was us taking him for rides in the car, then in the wheelchair. He was my sunshine. Tomorrow, we’ll take a final ride with him to the cemetery. I will miss his smiles, which he gave us freely even at the end when he wasn’t able to speak. I promise to take my kids for rides in unconventional vehicles - it was a magical feeling. Thanks for the rides Grandpa.