This pickup is very similar to the one my dad and my son were fixing up. My dad started work for Southwestern Bell Telephone Company with this truck, and they allowed him to purchase it when they retired it for a newer model. Daddy and I used to haul hay in this truck; we bombarded snowdrifts in it... and he and my son dreamed of refurbishing it and driving it in the Bevier Homecoming parade. Ours is painted about this color, new chrome job on the grille... but just not finished. My son has no heart for it right now, but maybe someday when the years have gentled our hearts to the huge space that is Paw-paw. Two years ago today about noon was the last we had with my dad. Anniversaries of the heart, they call it. I remember my grandmother announcing in sad tones that her dad had died "fill-in-the-number-of" years before on that particular day. As a child, I thought.. "Grrr... keep it to yourself! That is nothing to say out loud, Gramma!" But, oh... sad news like that breaks forth from the heart and through the lips... and it says itself. August, once a month of 4-H fairs, family vacations, fun at the Bevier Homecoming, and hayrides, is now kind of a month filled with spirits of holidays, birthdays, and solitary anniversaries that make me sad... At least for tonight, they do. Take care, all. Hugs.Friday, August 14, 2009
Never the same...
This pickup is very similar to the one my dad and my son were fixing up. My dad started work for Southwestern Bell Telephone Company with this truck, and they allowed him to purchase it when they retired it for a newer model. Daddy and I used to haul hay in this truck; we bombarded snowdrifts in it... and he and my son dreamed of refurbishing it and driving it in the Bevier Homecoming parade. Ours is painted about this color, new chrome job on the grille... but just not finished. My son has no heart for it right now, but maybe someday when the years have gentled our hearts to the huge space that is Paw-paw. Two years ago today about noon was the last we had with my dad. Anniversaries of the heart, they call it. I remember my grandmother announcing in sad tones that her dad had died "fill-in-the-number-of" years before on that particular day. As a child, I thought.. "Grrr... keep it to yourself! That is nothing to say out loud, Gramma!" But, oh... sad news like that breaks forth from the heart and through the lips... and it says itself. August, once a month of 4-H fairs, family vacations, fun at the Bevier Homecoming, and hayrides, is now kind of a month filled with spirits of holidays, birthdays, and solitary anniversaries that make me sad... At least for tonight, they do. Take care, all. Hugs.
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That's how I felt about July this year. I didn't post it, didn't say anything to anyone, just kept it to myself. I wonder if I would've felt better just saying something aloud, but I didn't. I sure don't want to forget dad, but it's so much easier when I don't think of him. Lately it seems harder to do.
You are in my prayers...smiles to you...m...
It hits me when I have quiet moments...therefore I try to keep busy...
Thinking of you.
Becky K.
Hi Sweetie, What a heart warming post. I know how hard those anniversary dates can be but I try to use them to spend the day thinking good and loving thoughts about the one I am missing. I had to smile when I saw the old truck on your post. It looks alot like the one my dad has. He found an old 1948 Dodge pickup truck sitting in a farmers field years ago. It was all rusted out, but he brought it back to life and it is such a source of joy for him. He does the parade thing too! Hopefully one day soon, your old truck will come to mean something extra special to you too and provide a source of comfort and give you a smile as you think of special memories. Adding you to my prayers tonight ~ xo Joy
So beautifully written (((hugs)))
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