Dad Discovers Envelope In Daughter’s Glovebox, Loses It When He Reads The Note

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When a dad named Kevin Duke purchased a used car for his daughter Jada, he decided to make sure it was safe and– like any good dad– test drive it himself for a few weeks. One day, as he was tinkering around in the vehicle, he stumbled upon a mysterious note, hidden away in the glove box. Inside the note was a story from the daughter of the car’s previous owner. Her message took his breath away. “I won’t lie,” recalled Kevin, “I shed a few tears.”

Kevin learned that the note was from a woman named Sabrina Archey, and he shared her incredible letter with the world:

o the person that gets this car,

I just wanted to let you know what a special vehicle you’ve bought. This car belonged to my mom. She passed away February 25, 2015 in a house fire along with my 6-year-old daughter and my aunt. The last time my mom drove this car was the day she left us. Her and my daughter went out shopping and got their hair cut.

This car holds a lot of special memories for me. My home and everything in it is gone, this car is all that I had left to touch.

There was a mix up with paperwork and that’s caused the car to not be paid off by insurance. It’s very upsetting that I have lost my family, my home and now I’m losing this last link I have with my mom and child through no fault of my own.

I’m not mad at you. I hope this car is the best car you’ve ever owned. I hope it runs for 100 more years. I hope the backseat is filled with kids and toys and random things. My family filled this car with lots of love and other sticky things. We took road trips, blared 80’s and country music and rolled the windows down. I’ve changed more diapers in the backseat than I can count. There’s probably a sucker stick or a crayon hidden somewhere that belonged to my baby. Maybe an entire chicken nugget. HA!

I don’t know if you’ll see it but there may be a dirty spot on the dash. My daughter and I would pretend to go on adventures while we sat in the driveway and she always put her feet there. The dent on the rear driver’s side fender and the dent in the passenger side door are where my daughter learned to ride… and crash… her bike a few months before her death. I know it’s just a car to you, but to me it’s so much more.

Love, joy and adventure was had in this car. So now that it’s yours, please remember it isn’t just a car. It’s a memory.

This car with all its quirks is the last piece of my family. Be nice to it. Play it a country song. Big Green Tractor was my daughter’s favorite song ever, or some Lynyrd Skynyrd Freedbird. That song meant so much to us that I played it at their funeerals.

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