My son and best friend died last October. He was 22 and he was hit by a drunk driver in North Dakota. His favorite truck is the exact same one in the Lee Brice video same color and and year. I gave it to him when he was 14 and he kept every receipt for every thing he did to it. Over the years he had many other and newer vehicles but that truck was always his favorite. I miss Him every day but when that song or the video comes on I just break inside. my shop is full of memories and projects that will never be finished.
I am so sorry for your loss. There is nothing worse than to lose a child.
So sorry for your loss. Can’t imagine your pain.
May our Heavenly Father give you peace of mind & the ability to cope.
HE & the Angels are watching over your son now.
Thanks for sharing that. My condolences.
[my shop is full of memories and projects that will never be finished.]
I drive my dad’s truck, since he died from coronary-respiratory complications several years ago. In a baggy in console are the contents of the ashtray and the remnants of the cigars he smoked, leaving little pin holes in the drivers seat.
It’s always Papa’s Truck when my family and I drive it up camping, or snowboarding, or to Lowes for the tons of cement and building materials we’ve used it to haul for our home improvement projects... that Papa will never get to see.
And in my shop, on an engine stand, is a project begun with Papa to replace the Carburetted “Computer Controlled” curiosity in the 1985 Ford Ranger... that my Dad helped me buy when we drove it home together in 1986.
There’s something about a Truck, that becomes intertwined with the owner’s persona, their soul.
My dad was a member of Beach Jumper Unit 1, circa 1958.
Here’s to him, those like him - and their Trucks.
Damn. Few. Left.