My grandmother gave me a car for graduation, it was a beautiful Mustang. In my high school we had to do a capstone project that required 10,000 words and two years of research. Mine was about Mustangs. I had dreamed of that car since I was little and I got the car a week before I started college. my grandfather died a few days later; I named the car Roy in his honor. I suppose it seems silly to love a car, but all my dealings with death have been so miserable that the car was a welcome relief. It was the happiest day of my life, the car seemed like an escape from sadness and freedom to start my new life as a college student. I struggled with the loss of my grandfather, but being in college and having my car to remember him helped distract me, when I was sad "we" (me and my car) would go for a drive