My dad and I took my 94-year-old grandfather on a road trip. He died 6 months later, and I'm glad we have the memories.

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Growing up, my family was fortunate enough to take a few road trips from New England to Florida. We'd pile suitcases, razor scooters, Doritos, and coolers into the proverbial family station wagon and brave the tumultuous nearly 2,000 miles of Interstate 95.