The Car My Father Drove
3 min readAug 27, 2019
I don’t remember the exact day he bought it, but I remember how hard it was to let go.
My dad’s silver Dodge Caravan was like a fifth family member. One of the most iconic objects of my childhood.
We packed our lives into that van twice: once when we moved from Houston to New York and again when we moved from New York to Atlanta.