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“My Grandpa’s Van”

My grandfather loved his Volkswagen Type II better known as the “Kombi”. It was like a son for him. I remembered those days when I was little that all the Sundays my grandpa, my cousins and I washed the Kombi, even thought that he only used it one day per week. It doesn’t matter if it was a rainy, cold or windy day, all the Sundays at 9 a.m. we started to wash the van. It was like a sacred ritual for him and for us, his grandsons, the funniest time in all the weekend. Everyone was in there playing with the water and soap, having a good time and laughing. Even though my grandpa didn’t treat the occasion as a game and sometimes he got mad when we played near his van, we loved to spent time by his side washing the old van. The Kombi was very old, but it looked as if it had left the car agency, it was treated as if it was a royal carriage. In that van I remember to have my first trips to the beach with all my cousins. I think everybody in the entire family have a story to tell related with the old white Kombi. Of course that there were times in which the Kombi failed and we remained in the middle of nowhere, but those occasions where very exciting and fun for us. Actually we didn’t felt concerned or worried about what could happen to us, because we know grandpa had everything under control. I recognized that the Kombi wasn’t the best of the vans, I even don’t consider it as good, but it was very special for my grandpa, so it was very special for me. Now my grandpa is gone, but the Kombi remains with us, nobody uses it, it is just immobile in the garage. No one in the family wants to sell it, because for us it is like a symbol of my grandpa, of all its effort put in the van. It may sound stupid, but it is part of the family. Every time we saw the Kombi we remember the happy and old face of grandpa and we remember when he tried to fix all the problems it had. And let me tell you my folks, it doesn’t matter if it winds, rains or snows, the Kombi will be there no matter what, as the memory of my grandfather.