My story is in the first picture and the poem I wrote is dedicated to my Father, George C. Lewis, who was also my dearest friend. My Corvette was the last gift he gave to me through a small life-insurance policy he left me:
My 64 Dream RealizedHis little boys’ eyes, wide with delightSitting next to his Daddy holding on tightThe roar of the sixty four ringing in his earsBuilding a memory that would last 45 years.
The building blocks from a father to a sonWas in grained in me when I was very youngMy Daddy taking me riding in his cool 64 CorvetteI was on top of the world with my every need met.
As I set in the seat with my anticipation a glowHe pushed our sixty four as fast as it would goHe so young lacking the wisdom of responsibilityBut in the eyes of his son, there was no greater king.
Before he died he said he wanted to give it back to meOur 64 Corvette sacrificed so many years ago for the familyLittle did he know Gary Melvin had it under lock and keyAnd with my Daddies guiding hand, led him straight to me.
The final gift my Daddy bought for meHelped me to regain my heart of tranquilityI will drive my sixty four until my time has come,To pass down my Corvette, from father to SON.
In Loving Memory of George C. LewisMarch 21, 2014
I miss him so much, but my car makes me feel his presence every time I see it. Its wonderful!
— Darrell Lewis, Santa Clara CA
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