Looking at my red car scraper the other day reminded me of how Paul would always put it in my car for me at the beginning of the winter season. He would then take it out of my car at the end of the season, store it in the garage and then put it back in my car for the next season. This process repeated itself until he was no longer here to do that for me—one of the many little things I miss about him. I'll hold onto my red scraper and keep this memory near and dear to my heart.