Todd inherited my Daddy’s truck.  I had seen my Dad pull up in our driveway in that truck countless times through the years.  I would also see him at various places around town and we would honk at each other.  It wasn’t just an ordinary truck…it was my Dad’s work truck.  It was always full of tools, ready for the various handyman jobs he performed as a hobby/secondary job.  Dad even let me drive it to Florida a few years back.  He would never have allowed me to do such a thing 10 years ago, but age mellowed him out. 🙂  Such sweet memories surrounding that truck!

A few weeks ago, Todd took Shane to get dinner.  Shane got in the truck and remarked how he liked riding in Dad’s truck, but then he changed direction and said that if he had his way, he would sell the truck.  Todd asked, “What would you do if you sold it?”  Shane replied that he would buy a car.  When asked what he would do with a car (since he has no license to drive), Shane replied, “I would give it to you, of course.  You are my brother and I love you.”  Todd responded, “But I like the truck.”  Shane shrugged and was like, “Alright, just keep the truck then.”  He wanted so much to “give” something to Todd.  So precious!

Sometimes, on nights like tonight when I sit in tears missing my Daddy, I play Lee Brice’s “I Drive Your Truck” and sing my heart out (I can’t sing worth a lick, but the heart is there!).  Since Dad’s passing, I have done just what the song says…went driving down back roads, windows down, country music playing in his truck.  This is therapy for my heart.  Yep, I think we will keep the truck for quite a while…