Hell yeah I did. I went over to my grandparents this morning really early for breakfast. Help her with breakfast and like, we get done eating. Then we do the whole celebrate my grandfather's christmas. My grandfather is Catholic, and my grandmother is Eastern Orthidox. So we celebrate two christmas', December 25th (the birth of christ according to the church), and then we celebrate January 6th (the true 12th day of Christmas, and also the Feast of the Three Kings.)
So anyways, I'm sitting there, and I get this small box handed to me. So I'm like, cool christmas present. Open it up, and it's the keys to a brand new fucking car. I was like HOLY SHIT! My grandmother was like, "I know you're car was in an accident, and you haven't repaired it, and it's dying on you."
So here I am, sitting there with my mouth dropped open, because of the history with this part of my family, and this set of grandparents never really treating me like a grandchild, and with the whole, my car situation. It was a really really good present. Honestly, my car, the only thing with the one I have now, the only thing I can do with it is go back and forth to work, and nothing more cause I don't know when it's going to just stop working. The other day I had to push my car into the parking lot at work at 5 am in the morning cause it died in the intersection and wouldn't start.
So, all the paperwork is completed at the dealership. The only thing that she said I really have to do because she can't afford is to pay the taxes, and I have to go get my own liscene plate for it, which I'm completely down for.
Hehehe, so we drove up to th e dealership this morning, and she showed it to me. It's not entirely new, it's a 2000 protege but it only has 16,000 miles on it. Compared to my 1986 Honda CRX with 189,000 miles on it, and still the original engine, this is a big big stepping stone for me.
We ended up going back to the house, and her and my grandfather sat down with me, and they told me that they were sorry for the way they treated me compared to my cousin growing up, and that they have had their eyes opened, because my cousin hasn't done shit for them like I have since my grandfather's life altering stroke 3 years ago.
They've seen that I'm the grandchild that's there for them, and that even though they may not have shown it throughout my childhood they do apperciate me, and they deeply love me. The exstaticness of getting car, and the conversation that followed has touched me.
My grandparents both on this side of the family have always been an inspiration towards me, but I never really felt like I belonged, and even through it all, I still was there. They thanked me for everything I've done for them since his stroke. The car they said wasn't meant to make up for all the years of being ignored but to help me move on and get out of my little rut because I've been sinking more money into my current car to keep it running, not allowing me to save up for a new car.
What really touched me was that they told me the do apperciate me and love me, and that they see that even through thick and thin I've always been there to help and assist them. I know it sounds trivial but just, if I could tell more about the history of this side of the family. This means alot, so much to me that they sat down with me and told me those words I've always wanted to hear. "We love you."
Jesus, I said I wouldn't get choked up posting this, but here I am in tears, because the two people who have always been remolds for my life have told me that they love me. Words I've never heard growing up from them.
When those words where said, the whole new car thing just went away, and the best christmas present I've ever recieved was hearing them tell me they love me.
I even had tears in my eyes
Merry Christmas